The Art of Private Indulgence

A man, untethered by the gaze of others, stands before the full-length mirror, his reflection a canvas for his desires. He strokes his cock, watching it grow thick and engorged under his touch. His other hand travels south, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. His pace quickens, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the room. His body tenses, a low groan escaping his lips as he reaches his climax, his essence spilling onto the floor.

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• male
• soloboy

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