Lonesome Lad's Private Pleasures

The clock strikes two as he retreats to his sanctuary, the scent of his musk already heavy in the air. His hand wraps around his throbbing member, a low groan escaping his lips as he starts his dance. The room echoes with the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, the rhythm steady and insistent, his breath coming in short gasps as he nears his climax, his body tensing as he finds his release, his hot seed spilling over his hand.

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