The Solo Sin of Touch

With a stolen moment of privacy, he indulges in his secret pleasure. The room is dim, the air thick with anticipation. He lays back, his body already responsive, his cock straining against his boxers. He inches them down, his hand wrapping around his length, pulling and pumping in a rhythm as old as time. His other hand explores, cupping his balls, teasing his ass, sending shivers through him. The room echoes with his gasps, his body tensing as he nears the edge, finally finding release in a rush of heat and relief.

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