Solitary Delight: A Man and His Fists

In the quiet of his sanctum, a man loses himself in the dance of his own hands. Unseen by prying eyes, he bares his body to his own touch, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscled form. His cock, hard and aching, demands his attention, and he obliges, his grip tight, his strokes slow and deliberate. His body responds, his hips bucking as he chases his release, his moans filling the room. His climax is intense, his body shuddering as he paints his chest with his essence, his heart pounding as he comes down from his solo high.

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