Unseen: Leather Jacket, Hard Cock

In the heart of a bustling biker bar, a lone figure retreats to a secluded corner, seeking solace in the dim lighting. His calloused hands, still damp from the evening's festivities, glide over his crotch, feeling the familiar hardness tenting his pants. He unbuckles, letting his jeans pool at his feet, unleashing a substantial, semi-erect cock that he grasps confidently. With a slow, steady pace, he works himself, his free hand roaming, teasing, until he reaches an explosive, shuddering release, painting the worn floorboards with his seed.

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