Nightfall's Wet Dream

As the clock strikes midnight, a lone figure retreats to the dimly lit bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. The room is filled with the soft sounds of his quiet moans as he slowly strokes his hardening cock. The scent of his musk mingles with the faint aroma of the day's cologne, a heady mix that only intensifies his arousal. His hand moves faster, the wet sounds of his self-pleasure echoing in the silent room. The tension builds, his breath hitching as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering groan, he releases, his hot cum painting streaks on his stomach as he rides out his solo climax.

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