Irishman's Solo Salute to Your Wife

Irishman89, in the throes of unrequited desire, retreats to his private space, his mind filled with images of your wife. He strips off, his heart pounding as he grips his throbbing cock. Slowly, he strokes, his breath hitching as he imagines her touch, her scent, her moans. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the smell of his arousal. He's a soloboy, tribute paid in every thrust, every bead of sweat. His climax is explosive, a silent shout echoing in the empty room.

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