Cumming Alone, Again and Again

In the quiet of his room, he begins, his hand wrapping around his stiffening cock with a familiar eagerness. His strokes are steady, each one bringing him closer to the edge. His free hand wanders, tweaking a nipple, then slipping down to cup his balls, feeling their weight, their fullness. His breath comes in short gasps now, his body tensing as he nears the point of no return. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cum spilling over his hand, a mess he'll clean up later, but for now, he just enjoys the afterglow of his solo indulgence.

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