Solitude's Sweet Sin

Alone at last, he lets his inhibitions fall away. The room is his playground, his body the eager participant. He touches himself, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin, feeling the pulse of his desire. His strokes become firmer, faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He can feel the pressure building, his body tensing in anticipation. With a final, shuddering breath, he comes undone, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his release.

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