Solitary Sin: Jack's Solo Surrender

In the dim light, Jack's form is barely discernible, his hand a blur as it works his engorged member. The scent of sweat and pre-cum hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh. Jack's moans grow louder, more insistent, as he chases his release. With a final, guttural groan, he comes undone, his seed spilling forth, coating his hand and stomach.

• off
• good
• jack
• nut
• soloboy

• Unknown