His Time, His Pleasure

The house is silent, the world outside forgotten as he retreats into his sanctuary. Closing the door behind him, he begins to undress, his body already responding to the familiar ritual. His cock stands at attention, eager for his touch. He runs his fingers through the precum beading at the tip, using it to lubricate his strokes. His hips move in rhythm, his grip tightening as he nears the point of no return. With a final, shuddering groan, he spills his seed, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm.

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