Stroke Sessions - Uncut

In the dimly lit bedroom, a lone figure, unseen but for his muscular frame, stands before a full-length mirror. His hand, wrapped around his throbbing cock, moves in steady, practiced rhythm. The room fills with the sound of skin on skin, the scent of musk and sweat. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch, feeling every vein, every pulse. His breath hitches as he builds towards release, his grip tightening, his strokes growing more urgent. With a low growl, he comes, hot and thick, painting the mirror with his essence.

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