Solo Struggles: Edge of Ecstasy

In the dimly lit room, a lone figure sits, his breath ragged, as he tentatively wraps his hand around his throbbing cock. He's been at it for what feels like hours, edging himself to the brink of release, only to back off, prolonging the sweet torture. His strokes are steady, his grip firm, but his resolve is waning. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breathing and the slick wetness of his palm against his sensitive flesh. He's close, so close, but he's determined to make this last, to draw out the pleasure as long as he can.

• stroking
• soloboy
• edging

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