Isolate Arousal: My Unaccompanied Appendage

Thysan's "Thysan" finds himself in a state of isolation, his cock aching for attention. "My cock so lonely," he whispers, his hand beginning a slow, torturous rhythm on his hard length. The room echoes with his quiet moans, the air thick with the scent of his arousal. He envisions a pair of lustful eyes watching him, a willing body writhing beneath him, but there's only the empty room and his own hand to satisfy his urgent need. His strokes gain speed, his breath hitches, as he chases the release that will, for a moment, alleviate his loneliness.

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