Hard, Fast, and Alone: His Solitary Ritual

She's not here, but he can't stop. His body craves the familiar rhythm, the tightness, the release. His hand moves faster, harder, as he imagines her lips, her curves, her heat. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths, the slick sounds of his pleasure, and the sweet, desperate scent of his desire. He's alone, but his body doesn't care. It's found its own salvation.

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