Nightly Ritual: Strokes to Ecstasy

As the clock strikes midnight, he retreats to his sanctuary, the scent of leather and sweat already heavy in the air. His hand finds its rhythm, a primal dance of flesh and desire. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breath, the wet slap of skin on skin. His body tenses, a symphony of sensation building to a crescendo. With a guttural groan, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he paints the room with his sticky, white reward.

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