Solitary Ecstasy: A Man's Private Dance

A man, lost in his private thoughts, retreats to his room, the dim lighting casting long shadows. He strips, the cool air brushing against his skin, and sits on the edge of his bed. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, a low groan escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. His mind fills with vivid images, his grip tightening, his rhythm increasing. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body tenses, a wave of pleasure crashing over him as he comes undone, his cum spilling over his hand.

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