Solitary Bliss: Pete's Private Time

Pete retreats to his bedroom, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow through the window. He kicks off his clothes, his cock already twitching with anticipation. He sprawls out on the bed, one hand gripping his shaft, the other exploring his body. His fingers trace the lines of his abs, tweak his nipples, and tease his balls. His strokes are steady, his breathing heavy, as he chases his release. The room fills with the sound of his wet, slapping skin, and the scent of his musk. He groans loudly as he finally finds his climax, his body convulsing as he paints the sheets with his load.

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