Solitude's Sweet Agony

In the dimly lit room, a man lies back, his hand wrapped around his rigid cock, his breaths ragged with desire. He's been waiting, his body aching for the touch of his lover. The room is filled with the soft sounds of his pleasure, the wet noises of his hand working his length. He's close, so close, but he holds back, his body tense with the effort. He can almost feel her, her hands, her mouth, her body, and he's desperate for her to come, to finish what he's started, to send him spiraling into ecstasy.

• girl
• off
• me
• to
• a
• for
• come
• finish
• waiting
• soloboy

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