Theplugger's Lone Ranger: Stroke by Stroke

In the dimly lit room, Theplugger's solo session begins. His calloused hands work his stiff cock, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. The smell of musk fills the air as he strokes, his breath quickening. He imagines a lover's touch, the wet warmth of a mouth, the tight squeeze of a pussy. His strokes become more aggressive, his grip tighter. The room fills with the sound of his hand on his cock, the wet slap of flesh against flesh. He groans, his body tensing as he brings himself to the brink, then over, his cock pulsing as he paints his chest with hot, sticky cum.

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• stroking
• soloboy

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