Martin's Lonesome Strokes

Martin, the sole occupant of his room, finds solace in the rhythmic dance of his hand on his hard cock. His small hands grip firmly, moving with practiced ease. The room echoes with the sound of his pleasure, a symphony of flesh on flesh. His body tenses, toes curl, as he nears his climax. A low moan escapes him as he strokes out his release, painting his stomach with his warm, sticky seed.

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• masturbation
• soloboy

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