Fist in one hand, cock in the other

In the stark, cold light of a grungy motel room, a lone, muscular man stands, his body a canvas of ink and sinew. His hand, rough and strong from years of labor, grips his stiff cock, while his other hand works his heavy balls, pulling and stretching them. His eyes are closed, his face a mask of concentration and lust as he pumps his cock, the friction building, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room echoes with the wet sounds of his hand working his cock, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the air as he chases his climax.

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• soloboy

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