Bodai's Private Performance

A lone figure, his heart pounding with anticipation, locks the door behind him. He's been saving this moment, craving the touch of his own hands on his aching cock. He undresses slowly, letting his clothes fall to the floor, before lying back on the bed. His hand wraps around his stiff member, feeling the heat and pulse of life. He imagines hands other than his own, a mouth that isn't his, as he builds up a rhythm, his hips bucking slightly. His grip tightens, his strokes become faster, more urgent, until with a final gasp, he comes undone, his cum painting his abdomen in warm, white streaks.

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