Solo Boy: Unseen Pleasures

The room is filled with the soft, wet sounds of his pleasure, the scent of his arousal hanging heavy in the air. He imagines eyes on him, an unseen audience, fueling his desire. His strokes become more urgent, his body tense with the impending release. He bites his lip, a soft moan escaping as he comes undone, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. The room is silent once more, save for the sound of his ragged breath, a secret shared only between him and his reflection.

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