Hand to Heaven

In the quiet of his room, a man, Irishking626, strips down to his boxers, the cool air teasing his skin. His hand, calloused from years of labor, slides down his torso, hooking into the elastic of his underwear, freeing his stiffening cock. He strokes it, feeling the pulse of blood, as his other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently. His breath hitches as he imagines a woman's touch, her soft moans, the sensation of sinking into her wet heat. He picks up the pace, his grip tight, his eyes closed, lost in his fantasy. His body tenses, his abdominal muscles clenching as he nears his peak. With a final, firm stroke, he comes, his seed spilling over his fingers, a low groan escaping his lips.

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