Whispers of Solitude

Alone in the dimly lit room, he allows his desires to take over. His hands, once timid, now roam freely, tracing the curves and valleys of his body. He gasps as he finds his most sensitive spots, his touch growing more insistent. His breath comes in ragged pants as he grips his throbbing cock, pumping it slowly, then faster, chasing the pleasure that only he can give himself. His body tenses, every muscle taut as he reaches his peak, his release spilling over, leaving him sated and spent.

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