Late-Night Solace: His Hands, His Body, His Desire

The clock strikes ten, and he's home alone, the house echoing with silence. His wife's away, leaving him with only his thoughts and desires. He pours a glass of Scotch, the amber liquid burning his throat. He sinks into the leather armchair, his eyes closed, imagining her touch. His hand drifts to his crotch, feeling the bulge. He unzips, releasing his throbbing cock, and begins to stroke it. His mind races with fantasies, and he takes his time, savoring each sensation. He's not just masturbating; he's indulging in a private, intoxicating dance with his own body.

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