Solo Surrender: Palm and Piston

In the solitude of his room, a man loses himself in the rhythm of his own touch. His hand glides along his stiff length, the slick pre-cum lubricating the path. His grunts fill the room as he picks up pace, his body tensing with each stroke. The tension builds, his breath hitches, and with a final, deep thrust of his hips, he spills over, his hot seed coating his hand.

• sex
• handjob
• soloboy

• Unknown