Stroke of Genius: A Solitary Dance

In the dimly lit room, our lone wolf takes the stage, his hand already wrapped around his pulsating cock. He teases himself, running his thumb over the sensitive head, before picking up the pace, his hand a blur as he races towards his climax. The air is thick with tension, the only sounds his ragged breath and the wet slapping of his hand against his meaty length. His body convulses, his cock spasming as he coats his stomach with his seed, leaving him panting and sated.

• masturbation
• soloboy
• jerking-off

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