Wanker's Loner Delight

Dangerwanker, the lone wanker, retreats to his sanctum, a temple dedicated to his solitary pleasures. The air is thick with the scent of his previous encounters, a musky perfume that only serves to heighten his excitement. He strips naked, his body a canvas of tattoos and scars, each one a testament to his life of debauchery. He takes his engorged cock in hand, feeling its heat, its pulse, its hunger. He strokes it with expertise, his hand a blur, the sound of his flesh meeting flesh echoing in the empty room. His body tenses, his abs contracting, his breath coming in short gasps. And then, with a grunt, he comes, his seed spilling forth, a testament to his solo prowess.

• jerking
• stroking
• wank
• soloboy

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