The Art of Masturbatory Bliss

Long, a man of few words, retreats to his private sanctuary, the echo of the empty house his only companion. His hand, tentative at first, explores his body, tracing the lines of his chest, his abdomen, before wrapping around his hardening cock. He closes his eyes, losing himself in the sensation, his mind painting vivid images. His strokes become more confident, his breath coming in short gasps as he nears his peak. With a quiet groan, he finds his release, his body shuddering as he comes, his essence marking his chest as a testament to his private pleasure.

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