After-hours relief: Loirinho33's lonely wank

As the clock strikes nine, Loirinho33's office is quiet, save for the soft rustling of his slacks hitting the floor. His tie loosened, he leans back in his chair, eyes closed, and begins to stroke his throbbing cock. The friction builds, his grip tightens, and his breath hitches as he thinks of the day's encounters, each fantasy pushing him closer to the edge. The room fills with the scent of his musk, the sound of his hand working his length, and the soft moans of a man finding solace in his own touch.

• punheta
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• trabalho

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