His Palm, His Pleasure: A Private Show

The room is dim, the air warm, as he settles onto his bed, his hand already reaching for his growing bulge. He frees himself, the cool air contrasting with the heat of his desire. His fingers wrap around his shaft, moving in a rhythm as old as time. His palm, slick with precum, glides effortlessly, his thumb teasing the sensitive head. His body responds, his hips bucking, his breath coming in ragged pants. He's close, so close, his hand moving faster, harder, until with a low moan, he spills over, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm.

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