Solitary lust: Me, my hand, and the thought of her

The room echoes with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, a primal symphony that builds with each stroke. His mind's eye paints vivid images of her, her body responding to his touch, her moans filling the void. But reality is a solitary dance, one he enjoys, one that brings him to the brink. With a final, shuddering thrust, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he spills onto eager hands, his fantasy temporarily sated.

• off
• me
• jacking
• soloboy

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