Greg's Private Time: Home Alone Solo

Greg, alone in his house, finds himself craving more than just the silence. He retreats to his room, the door clicking shut behind him. He sits on the edge of his bed, toying with the waistband of his pants, his heart racing with anticipation. Slowly, he pulls down his zipper, his hand reaching in to free his throbbing cock. He strokes it slowly, his eyes fluttering closed, imagining all the things he wishes he could do with someone else. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening as he nears the edge. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his body shuddering as he finds his release, leaving him panting and spent.

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