Solitary Sins of the Self-Pleasuring

In the dim light of his bedroom, a young man's thoughts drift to the naughty images filling his phone. His heart races as he unzips, pulling out his stiff cock. He strokes it slowly, feeling the veins pulse under his touch. His breathing deepens, eyes closed, lost in his fantasy. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the wet smack of his palm on his swollen head. He pumps faster, his balls tightening, until with a low groan, he releases, his hot cum spilling over his fingers.

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