Solo Boy: A Pornographic Soliloquy

Our soloboy, a master of his craft, begins his solo show. He strips, revealing his chiseled form, his cock already at half-mast. He runs his hands over his body, squeezing his muscles, teasing his nipples, before wrapping his hand around his shaft. He pumps slowly, building a rhythm, his eyes closed, lost in his fantasy. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breathing ragged. He shifts, spreading his legs, giving himself better access to his tight ass. A finger, then two, push inside, curling up to stroke his prostate. His cock throbs, his body tenses, and with a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum splattering onto the floor.

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