Solitary Sin in the Motel Room

A lone traveler checks into a seedy motel room, the scent of stale cigarettes and worn sheets filling the air. He's tired, but not from the journey. He's hungry, but not for food. He strips off his clothes, the cool motel air raising goosebumps on his skin. His cock is already hard, tenting the sheets. He spits into his hand, stroking his thick, uncut dick. The sound of his wet hand on his flesh fills the silent room. He imagines faceless women, their mouths open, tongues out, eager to taste him. He fucks his fist, his breathing ragged, until he can't hold back any longer. He comes, his hot seed spilling over his hand and onto the bedspread.

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