Lonely Homeowner's Self-Pleasure

In the sprawling, empty house, the man finds solace in the familiar rhythm of his own touch. He starts slow, his fingers tracing the length of his shaft, the friction building with each pass. His movements become more insistent, his grip tighter, as he chases his release. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths, the scent of his arousal hanging heavy in the air. With a final, shuddering groan, he finds his satisfaction, his body relaxing as he catches his breath.

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