Solitude's Grip: A Solo Dance

In the stark, unadorned space, a man's hand moves with a life of its own, tracing the length of his stiff cock. His grip tightens, rhythm increasing, as he chases the sweet tension building inside. The room fills with the wet sounds of his solo dance, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body tenses, arching as he spills over, painting his belly with his desire, before slumping back, sated and spent.

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