Solo Sin: Stroke by Stroke

In the quiet of his room, a man, unseen, begins his private ritual. His hands, rough with anticipation, unbuckle his belt, his zipper's metallic whisper the only sound. The room fills with the scent of his pre-cum as he pulls out his engorged cock, throbbing with need. His strokes are slow, deliberate, a dance with his own flesh. His breath hitches, a soft moan escapes as he nears the edge, but he pulls back, drawing out his pleasure. His body tenses, his abdomen clenches as he finally lets go, rope after rope of hot cum painting his stomach.

• jerking
• off
• soloboy

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