Naked Wanking: My Cock, Your Gaze

The man, comfortable in his solitude, begins his ritual. He sheds his clothes, baring himself to the empty room, the cool air a whisper against his skin. His cock, already stirring, grows harder under his gaze. He takes it in his hand, the first stroke sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He imagines eyes on him, a silent spectator, fueling his desire. His strokes become more urgent, his breathing ragged. The room fills with the sounds of his pleasure, a symphony of skin against skin, punctuated by the occasional creak of the old floorboards, a silent partner in his dance of lust.

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