Masturbating in the Rain's Rhythm

In the throes of a storm, a solitary figure finds solace in self-pleasure. The rain's relentless patter against the window echoes the rhythm of their strokes, each drop a whispered encouragement. The room is filled with the scent of damp earth and the faint, musky aroma of their arousal. They lean back, their body glistening with sweat and rain, as they stroke themselves to the storm's crescendo. The rain's intensity mirrors their own, each thunderclap a testament to their building release, until finally, they find their climax in the storm's final, violent throes.

• masturbate
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• rain

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