Solitude's Grasp: A Solo Dance

He takes his time, his fingers tracing the veins of his rigid cock, exploring every inch as if it's the first time. The room is dim, the only sound his ragged breath and the slick slick of his palm against his flesh. His handjob is a ritual, a dance of desire, each stroke building the tension, each pause a tease. He's a master of his own pleasure, his body his playground, and he's determined to make the most of it.

• job
• hand
• musturbation
• soloboy

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