Max's Midnight Masturbation

Max, restless and horny, can't sleep. He slips out of his bed, naked, and sits on the edge. His cock, already semi-hard, bobs slightly. He wraps his hand around it, starting a slow, steady pace. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. His eyes close, his head tilts back, lost in sensation. He imagines being sucked off, the feel of a tongue swirling around his head, the sensation of being deep throated. His strokes become faster, more urgent. He can feel his orgasm building, his body tensing. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his load shooting out, painting his stomach and chest, a silent, sticky proof of his late-night lust.

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