Solitary Ecstasy in the Dead of Night

As the clock strikes midnight, he retreats to his private sanctuary, the only witness to his clandestine rituals. His cock, already stiff with anticipation, throbs in his hand as he begins his nightly ritual. The room is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting dramatic shadows on his muscled form. His strokes are steady, purposeful, each one bringing him closer to the edge. His body arches, his breath hitches, and with a final, powerful stroke, he finds his climax, his cum painting his abdomen in sticky, white ropes.

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