A Solace in Solitude: Man's Private Dance
Champagnepapi122, a man of quiet desires, retreats to his private sanctuary, a room filled with shadows and the scent of his own musk. He strips slowly, his eyes never leaving his reflection in the mirror. His cock, already half-hard, bobs against his stomach as he sits down, his legs spread wide. He takes it in his hand, the heat of his flesh warming his palm. He strokes it lovingly, from root to tip, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that has formed. He lets his other hand wander, cupping his balls, teasing his taint, before moving back to his cock, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he chases his pleasure, his cock pulsing as he comes, his seed spilling over his hand and onto the floor.