Alone at Home, Flesh in Hand

The house echoes with silence, save for the soft sounds of his own breathing. He's alone, but not lonely. His hand wraps around his stiff cock, pumping slowly, feeling every vein, every ridge. He's in no rush, savoring the sensation, the anticipation building. He leans back, his other hand squeezing his balls, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, firm stroke, he spills over, his body convulsing, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rides out the waves of pleasure.

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