The Bulge: Unleashing Flesh

In the dimly lit room, our unnamed protagonist finds solace in his own company. His hand, calloused from years of labor, wraps around his throbbing member. He strokes slowly, building a rhythm as his breath quickens. The room fills with the sound of flesh on flesh, a symphony of his own creation. His body tenses, muscles taut like a bowstring, as he nears the edge. With a final gasp, he finds release, his seed spilling forth in a warm, sticky mess.

• jerking
• hand
• soloboy

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