Left to His Own Devices: The Soloboy's Night Ritual

Under the cloak of night, our anonymous lover, 'u', retreats to his sanctuary, a dimly lit room with a hint of musk. His throbbing cock, eager and untouched, twitches in anticipation. He strokes it gently, feeling every vein, every ridge, as he leans back, eyes closed, lost in his fantasy. The room fills with the rhythmic sound of flesh against flesh, punctuated by his heavy breaths. The night is young, and so is he, ready to explore every inch of his body, left to his own devices.

• cock
• night
• last
• u
• here
• soloboy
• left

• Unknown