Dave's Throbbing Solitude

Dave, alone in his dimly lit room, feels the familiar stirrings of desire. He unzips his pants, his cock already straining against the fabric. He spits into his palm, the sound echoing in the silence as he begins to stroke his length. His breath grows ragged as he picks up speed, his balls tightening with each thrust of his hand. The room fills with the scent of his precum, the sound of his flesh slapping against his palm. He imagines a set of wet lips wrapped around his cock, and with a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his seed spilling over his hand.

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