Modda's Hidden Pleasures: Solo Bliss

In the quiet of his room, a young man finds solace in his own touch. He begins by softly caressing his chest, feeling the muscles tense under his fingertips. His hand drifts lower, tracing the V of his hips, pausing at the waistband of his boxers. With a small intake of breath, he pushes the fabric down, freeing his already hardening cock. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat, the pulse. His strokes are slow at first, building a rhythm that matches the beat of his heart. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently in his palm. He leans back, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch.

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