Hands-on Wanker's Private Ritual

Alone in his space, he begins, a slow, steady rhythm. His hand grips his length, feeling every ridge, every vein. He imagines the touch of another, the softness of skin, the wetness of a mouth. His strokes become faster, harder, his breath coming in short pants. He can feel the pressure building, the heat in his balls. With a final, hard stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out, painting his stomach and chest, leaving him breathless and spent.

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