Uninterrupted Bliss: A Solo Male Ritual

Shutting the door behind him, he's alone with his thoughts and desires. His heart races as he frees himself from confining fabric, his cock standing proud and eager. He spits into his palm, the wetness a poor substitute for the warmth he craves. His hand moves, a blur of motion, driving him closer to the edge. His body shakes, a low groan echoing in the room as he paints his release onto the cool, unyielding wall.

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