Lad's Lonesome Wank

He's a solitary figure, his body a canvas of desire. His hand, a steady rhythm on his shaft, builds a primal symphony. His breath hitches, a symphony of pleasure as he jerks faster, harder. His other hand cradles his balls, a dance of ecstasy. He's a master of his own domain, his body a temple of lust. He's close, his body taut, a bow about to snap. With a final, desperate stroke, he releases, his cum painting his stomach in warm, sticky stripes.

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