Private Time: Fistful of Desires

Closing the door behind him, he's alone with his thoughts. He unzips, his cock springing free, already hard. He spits into his hand, the slick sound echoing in the silent room as he begins to stroke. His grip is firm, his pace relentless. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he climbs higher and higher. He's a man on a mission, his destination clear. With a final, strangled groan, he finds his release, his cum splattering onto the floor, a testament to his private indulgence.

• solo
• hand
• soloboy

• solo_-_masturbation