Chris: The Monologue of Meat

Chris, a man of few words and a cock of impressive proportions, retreats to his private sanctum. His large, uncut member tents his pants, demanding release. He unzips, his beast springing free, already glistening with pre-cum. He grips it firmly, his fingers barely able to meet around its girth. His strokes are slow and deliberate, his eyes closed, lost in the fantasy only he can see. His breath hitches as he nears his peak, his body tensing, before he releases a flood of cum, painting his hand and the floor with his essence.

• masturbation
• big-cock
• soloboy

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