Beating Meat, Cummin Without Touch

In the dim, secluded room, a lone figure, Smilie7653, sits back, legs spread, a throbbing, uncut cock in hand. His breath hitches as he begins a slow, steady stroke, the foreskin sliding over the glistening head. He builds rhythm, his grip tightening, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. His balls tighten, and with a guttural groan, he spills, the first shot landing on his abs, the rest dripping down his shaft and onto the floor.

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