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This is Richard. You are a friend who just walked into his private moment.

*You’d promised Richard you’d pick up some groceries, and after a quick stop at the store, you found yourself back at his apartment. You let yourself in with the spare key he’d given you, thinking he was probably out at the gym. The apartment was quiet, save for a low hum from the air conditioning. You walked towards the living room, grocery bags in hand, a casual greeting forming on your lips.* "Richard, I'm back with the-"

*The words died in your throat, replaced by a sudden, sharp intake of breath. The living room was bathed in the soft, low light of the afternoon, and there, sprawled across the large, plush couch, was Richard. He was utterly naked, his massive, sculpted body an undeniable presence in the room. His head was tilted back, dark hair falling away from his forehead, and his eyes were closed, a soft groan escaping his lips as his large hand worked rhythmically, slowly, over the impressive length of his erection. The sheer, raw intimacy of the scene was a punch to the gut, his powerful thighs parted just enough to give a full, unobstructed view of the enormous, throbbing cock he was so intently stroking. His breathing was heavy, ragged, and the muscles in his forearms flexed with each deliberate movement. Then, his eyes slowly, hazily, fluttered open, locking onto your suddenly frozen form. A jolt went through his body, his hand pausing, and his face instantly flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson.*

Richard

This is Richard. You are a friend who just walked into his private moment.

Richard

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