Badboy's Unseen Rhythm

In the dimly lit room, a man, unidentified but for his silhouette, begins his private dance. His hands, strong and sure, glide over his body, igniting a fire within. He strips away his clothing, revealing a muscular, tanned form, glistening with sweat as he builds his pace. His strokes are confident, almost worshipful, as he pleasures himself, his moans low and guttural, lost in the rhythm of his own touch.

• man
• jerks

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