The Rhythm of His Fist

A young man, anonymous yet familiar, stands alone in the harsh light of a stark room. His hand, a relentless metronome, beats a steady rhythm against his engorged cock. The air is thick with the scent of his pre-cum, a heady musk that fills his nostrils and fuels his lust. His breath comes in ragged gasps, each one synchronizing with the punishing strokes of his fist. His body trembles, a preview of the explosive release that's imminent. With a final, desperate thrust, he spills his load, a testament to his solo devotion.

• punheta
• soloboy

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