Lonely Grip Awaits Her

The clock ticks away the minutes, each one echoing in the empty house. He leans back, his hand moving rhythmically over his engorged flesh, the anticipation of her arrival fueling his desire. He can almost hear her voice, feel her presence, as his grip tightens, bringing him closer to release.

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