The Rhythm of One

In the dimly lit room, a lone figure, a solo boy, begins his intimate dance with himself. His hands, tentative at first, slowly explore his body, tracing the lines and curves. His breath hitches as he finds that sensitive spot, his cock hardening at his touch. He strokes it slowly, building a rhythm, his body moving in time with his hand. His eyes are closed, lost in his own world, his moans filling the room as he brings himself closer to the edge.

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