Solitude's Sweet Sin

With a swift glance at the closed door, he begins, his heart pounding in his chest. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, a gasp escaping his lips as he touches himself. The room is silent save for the sound of his hand moving up and down his length. He's a voyeur in his own fantasy, his mind painting vivid images that make his cock twitch. He's close, his breath coming in short gasps, his hand moving faster. He bites his lip to stifle a moan as he comes, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He's left panting, his heart still racing, his secret safe, for now.

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