Solo Surrender to Satin Skin

The room is filled with his ragged breaths, the only soundtrack to his private dance. His cock, a rigid pole of need, tents his boxers, begging for release. With a growl, he shoves his underwear down, his hand wrapping around his length, slick with pre-cum. He strokes, his hips bucking, his body a live wire of sensation. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, adding to the symphony of sensations. His breath hitches, his grip tightens, and with a low moan, he spills his load, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm.

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