Solitary Boy's Intimate Dance

Surrounded by the soft glow of twilight seeping through the curtains, he starts his solo performance. His hands, confident and sure, caress his body, lingering on his nipples, tracing the lines of his abs, before descending to grip his erect cock. He pumps his hips, fucking his fist, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the wet slap of skin on skin, his moans growing louder as he nears his peak. With a final, shuddering cry, he comes, his body coated in his own sticky seed, panting and sated in the quiet aftermath.

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