Solitude's Dark Delights

In the dim light of his room, Vitor's eyes are glued to the screen, his hand moving in rhythm with the action. His breath hitches as he imagines himself in the scene, the sensation of his own touch intensifying. His cock aches, demanding release, but he teases himself, drawing out the pleasure. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths and the wet, slick sounds of his hand working his cock. Just as he's about to tumble over the edge, he hears footsteps outside his door, sending him spiraling into a frenzy of paranoia and ecstasy.

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• soloboy

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