Unseen, Unashamed

The dimly lit room echoes with the soft, rhythmic sounds of a man's pleasure. He's alone, yet fully present, his body tensing and releasing as he strokes his rigid cock. The air is thick with his scent, a heady mix of sweat and arousal. His hand moves faster, his breathing hitching as he nears his peak. He lets out a low groan, his body convulsing as he spills his load, painting his chest with stripes of white.

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