Bulging Biceps: Unseen Solace

The room is filled with the scent of fresh sweat and the soft, rhythmic sound of flesh against flesh. The man, a picture of raw masculinity, is lost in his own world, his body moving in a dance as old as time. His hands grip his thick, veined cock, stroking it with practiced ease, his other hand working his heavy balls, feeling their weight, their fullness. He leans back, his muscles contracting and releasing, his abs rippling as he pleasures himself. His breathing becomes ragged, his strokes more urgent, his body tensing as he climbs higher and higher, until finally, with a low growl, he comes, his release painting his chest and abs, his body shuddering with the force of it.

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