The Art of Self-Pleasure

With a flick of the wrist, the stranger's eyes flutter closed, their body tensing as they give in to the illicit pleasure of their own touch. The room is a sensory overload, the cool leather of the couch beneath them, the warm, smooth feel of their own skin, the taste of their lips as they bite down to suppress a moan. They are a master of their own body, each touch sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through them. The room fills with the sound of their ragged breaths, the wetness of their arousal, and the soft, rhythmic sounds of their self-love, a symphony of their own making.

• masturbate
• grool

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