Lonely Lad's Load Explodes

In a private, dimly lit room, a lone figure, unseen yet achingly present, satisfies his primal needs. "Largando," he whispers, his hand working his engorged cock with practiced ease. The air is thick with his musk, the scent of his desire a heady perfume. His body tenses, his hips bucking as he nears the edge. With a low, animalistic growl, he releases, his cock pulsing as it coats his stomach with his warm, sticky seed. He collapses back, spent, his chest heaving as he catches his breath, his body still tingling with the remnants of his intense solo session.

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