Gil's Intimate Solitude

Gil, a man of few words, retreats to his private sanctuary, the dim lighting casting long shadows on the walls. He's a master of his domain, and today, he's in the mood for a solo performance. His hands, steady and sure, undo his belt, the clinking of the buckle echoing in the silent room. His cock springs free, already hard and aching for his touch. He takes it in his hand, his grip firm, his strokes confident. He's a man on a mission, and he won't stop until he's found his release, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he spills his seed onto the floor.

• soloboy
• gil
• yan

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