Greg's Isolated Ecstasy

Greg, left alone in his quiet home, gives in to his primal urges. He locks his door, ensuring privacy, and begins to undress. His shirt hits the floor, followed by his pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He runs his hands over his body, feeling the heat building. He pushes his boxers down, freeing his now throbbing cock. He grips it tightly, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent. He imagines his favorite fantasies, his breathing ragged, his body tense. With a final, guttural moan, he comes, his seed spilling out, marking his solitary indulgence.

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• soloboy
• home-alone

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