Queued Up, Hard and Ready

In a dimly lit room, a lone figure paces, his cock straining against his jeans. He's next in line, his body buzzing with anticipation. He unzips, his hand wrapping around his hardness, his rhythm steady and sure. His eyes close, his mind filled with vivid fantasies, his body tensing as he nears the brink. He pauses, his breath ragged, his need growing, his solo session a delicious torment of delayed gratification.

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