A Solitary Dance of Flesh

Alone, he stands, his reflection mirroring his intense focus. His hand, a tool of pleasure, wraps around his stiffened cock, moving with practiced ease. The room is his stage, the air thick with the scent of his arousal. His body tenses, his breath hitches, as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he falls over, his release painting streaks of white against the cool, unyielding glass. The room, once filled with his passion, now echoes with the quiet aftermath of his self-indulgence.

• solo
• jerking
• soloboy

• solo_-_masturbation