Unseen Solace

Hidden from the world, he indulges in his private ritual. The dim light casts shadows, obscuring his face but accentuating the motion of his hand as it works his throbbing member. His body responds to the rhythm, arching, tensing, as he nears the precipice. The room is filled with the scent of his arousal, the sound of his desperate moans echoing off the walls. In this moment, he is free, uninhibited, lost in the pure, unadulterated pleasure of his own touch.

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• soloboy

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