Unrepentant Wanks in the Closet

In the dim light of his cluttered room, Detweiler strips down, his lean body tense with anticipation. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, stroking it slowly, a bead of precome already glistening at the tip. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in his own world, his breathing becoming ragged as he picks up the pace. The room fills with the sound of his hand slapping against his flesh, the wet noises of his masturbation echoing in the silence.

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