Exhausted Hands: Unwinding in Isolation

In the quiet of his room, a man, known only to the lens, begins his private dance. His hands, rough and eager, caress the rigid length of his cock, a slow, steady rhythm building. The room fills with the sound of his skin slapping against skin, the wet sounds of his palm gliding over his throbbing head. His breath hitches, coming in short gasps as his grip tightens, his pace quickens. His body tenses, every muscle taut as he nears his peak. A low groan escapes his lips as his hot, sticky release coats his hand, dripping down to the floor.

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