Solo Ecstasy: My Cum, My Secret

Alone in the dim light, he lets his fantasies take over. His hand, a poor substitute for the real thing, works his rigid cock. He imagines a touch more experienced, a mouth more eager. His strokes become rougher, his grip tighter. He can feel it building, the pressure, the need. With a final, violent stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out, coating his hand, a testament to his self-love, his secret sin.

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