Solitude's Sweet Temptation

The house echoes with the silence of the day, broken only by the soft sounds of his own breath as he leans back, his body relaxing into the couch. His hand slips beneath the waistband of his pants, wrapping around his hardening cock. The friction of his hand against his sensitive skin sends waves of pleasure through him, his imagination painting vivid scenes of desire. He can almost feel the tight, wet heat of a lover enveloping him, his strokes becoming more insistent, his body tensing as he teeters on the edge of ecstasy. With a final, shuddering breath, he finds his release, his body relaxing as he comes down from his solo high.

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