Allen's Intimate Soliloquy

Allen, a man of quiet intensity, finds solace in his private rituals. Tonight, he's alone with his thoughts and his desires. The room is bathed in the soft glow of a nearby streetlamp, casting long shadows that dance with his movements. Naked, he sits on the edge of his bed, the springs creaking softly under his weight. His cock, long and uncut, stands at attention, leaking onto his abs. He wraps a hand around it, stroking firmly, his grip tight. His other hand wanders, teasing his balls, his ass, before joining the first, both hands working in tandem to bring him to the edge. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, ropes of cum painting his chest and stomach.

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