Han's hidden rhythm, a solo symphony

In the privacy of his room, Han loses himself in the rhythm of his own body. His hands, skilled and eager, trace the contours of his chest, lingering on hardened nipples before descending to the prize. His cock, thick and veined, throbs in anticipation. He strokes it slowly, building a steady pace, eyes closed, lost in his own world. Precum beads at the tip, and he uses it to lubricate his shaft, the slick sound of his hand moving up and down the length filling the room. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his body tensing, ready to release.

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