Unrestrained: A Solitary Sin

In the quiet of his room, he closes the door, the soft click echoing his intent. His hand slowly unbuckles his belt, the leather whispering against the denim. He's hard, throbbing, and he knows what he wants. His fingers dip into his briefs, pulling out his stiff cock, already glistening at the tip. He strokes, long and firm, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through him. His breath hitches, his grip tightens, and with a final, desperate pump, he's cumming, ropes of hot, white liquid painting his abdomen.

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