Lonely Lad Milks His Monster

The compressor hums softly in the background, a steady rhythm that matches the pace of the unseen hand working a thick, throbbing cock. The room is filled with the scent of pre-cum and the sound of skin slapping against skin. The man's grunts grow louder, more insistent, as he chases his climax, eventually finding it, his body tensing as he erupts, ropes of hot, sticky cum coating his hand and the floor.

• soloboy

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