Solo Surrender: The Intimate Touch

In the dim light of a candle, a man sits alone, his eyes closed, his hand slowly stroking his growing erection. He's naked, his body toned, a tattoo snaking down his side. He takes his time, his touch firm but gentle, his breathing deepening. He pictures a lover, their bodies entwined, her moans echoing in his mind. He imagines her touch, her lips, her tongue, his cock throbbing in response. His hand speeds up, his grip tightening, his hips lifting off the bed, his body tensing, and with a grunt, he comes, his release hot and heavy, painting his stomach.

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