Every Man for Himself

A man, alone in his room, his hand wandering, tracing the lines of his body, pausing at his hardening cock. He wraps his fingers around it, a soft moan escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, his hips bucking as pleasure courses through him. He picks up the pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his grip tightening. With a final thrust, he comes, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto his stomach, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips.

• man
• masturbation

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