Cock in Hand, Alone

Ross's room is bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long, tantalizing shadows across his body as he sits on the edge of his bed. His eyes are closed, lost in thought, as his hand begins its slow, steady descent into his pants. His fingers curl around his hardening cock, pulling it free from its confines. He starts to stroke, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum that has formed. His body responds to his touch, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace, his hand moving faster, his grip tighter, bringing himself closer to the edge.

• cock
• masturbation
• jacking

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