Solitary Ecstasy in the Afternoon

The house, usually bustling with life, is eerily quiet, leaving the young man to his own devices. He sprawls on the couch, his hand wandering to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge. His mind drifts to fantasies of wet, hungry mouths and tight, welcoming holes. He frees his throbbing cock, his hand moving faster, the sound of his wet strokes filling the room. His body tenses, his toes curl, and with a guttural groan, he paints his chest with his warm, sticky cum.

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