Unseen, Unheard, Unapologetic

WANK, unseen and unheard, loses himself in the rhythm of his own touch. His cock throbs in his hand, a symphony of desire playing out in his private concert. He leans back, his body a canvas of pleasure, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. With a final, powerful thrust of his hips, he paints his release, a secret only the walls can whisper.

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