Solitary Sin

In the quiet of his room, he succumbs to his primal urges, his hand a poor substitute for the warmth of another's touch. His cock stands at attention, a beacon of his desire, as he begins to stroke, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through him. The room darkens, the only light coming from the flickering screen of his laptop, casting eerie shadows on his body. He bites his lip, his grip tightening as he nears his climax, his body tensing like a bowstring ready to snap. With a final, shuddering breath, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed onto his stomach, his body wracked with aftershocks as he rides out his solitary pleasure.

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