Igor's Solo Sin

Igor, cloaked in shadows, bares his throbbing flesh to the cool air. His fist wraps around his rigid length, pumping slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. His grunts echo in the silent room, a symphony of his solitary lust. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, guttural moan, he finds his climax. His hot seed spills out, coating his hand, a tangible reminder of his forbidden, solo pleasure.

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