Solitude's Sweet Grip

With a ragged sigh, he begins to pleasure himself, his hand wrapping tightly around his engorged cock. The room is dim, the only sound the soft rustle of his clothes as he shifts, his body responding to the intimate touch. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one drawing a soft moan from his lips. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in the sensation, his hips bucking slightly as he chases his release. The tension builds, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent, until finally, with a low groan, he comes, his body shuddering as he paints his chest with his hot, sticky seed.

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