Private Time, Thick Cocks

In the quiet of the night, Sleezi's private moment becomes a public delight. His massive, uncut BBC stands at attention, begging for attention. He obliges, wrapping his large, calloused hand around the shaft, feeling the pulse of life within. His strokes are confident, purposeful, each one drawing a low, guttural moan from his lips. The room fills with the sounds of his pleasure, the scent of his desire. As he nears the edge, his strokes become frantic, his breath ragged. He throws his head back, a growl escaping as he paints his chest with his hot, creamy load.

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