Solitary Soldier Strokes His Steel

Clad only in his dog tags and a tight pair of briefs, Andrewwg, the lone wolf, retreats to his private sanctum. His eyes glaze over as he visualizes his deepest, darkest fantasies, his hand working his stiff cock with eager, practiced movements. The room fills with the scent of his musk, his grunts of pleasure echoing off the bare walls. As his climax nears, he picks up the pace, his body convulsing as he coats his hand and chest with his pent-up desire.

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