Solitary Surrender

In the dimly lit bedroom, a man known only as Jake lies back on the bed, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He's been building up to this moment all day, the anticipation making his body ache with need. He strokes himself slowly at first, teasing himself, enjoying the sensation of his own touch. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening, his body tensing. He can feel the pressure building, his heart pounding in his chest. With a low groan, he comes, his body shuddering as he spills himself onto his stomach, his hand still moving, drawing out every last moment of pleasure.

• masturbation
• solo

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