Every Vein Engorged, He Stroked Until the Bitter End
In the dimly lit room, a young man, his face obscured, takes center stage. His body, lean and tanned, is a canvas of taut muscles and smooth skin. He's wearing only a tight pair of briefs, the bulge straining against the fabric. With a confident smirk, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband, pulling it down slowly, revealing his throbbing pija. He wastes no time, wrapping his hand around his thick shaft, his grip firm. His strokes are long and steady, his wrist twisting slightly with each pass. His breath hitches as he picks up speed, his body tensing, his abs contracting. His groans fill the room as he nears his climax, his hand a blur on his swollen cock. With a final, guttural moan, he explodes, his hot cum spilling onto his hand and stomach.