Solitary Sin: He Strokes His Throbbing Meat

The dimly lit room, heavy with anticipation, echoes the lone man's ragged breaths. His cock, rock hard and throbbing, demands attention. He wraps his calloused hand around the veiny shaft, stroking it with a rhythm that's become all too familiar. His mind wanders, filling the void with forbidden images, as his grip tightens, milking his hardness. The tension builds, his body tenses, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his hot, sticky seed onto his bare chest.

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