Home Alone, Flesh in Hand

The house, silent and still, echoes with the soft moans of our lone inhabitant. He paces the dimly lit hallway, his fingers tracing the edge of his shirt, teasingly lifting it to reveal the taut skin beneath. He pauses by the window, the cool glass a stark contrast to the heat building within him. His pants tented, he leans against the wall, his hand slipping inside, stroking his aching cock. The room spins as he loses himself in the rhythm, the sensation of his own touch pushing him towards the inevitable release.

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