Unseen Rhythm, Unseen Pleasure

In the quiet of his room, a young man, unseen by the world, begins his private ballet. His hands roam his body, igniting sparks of pleasure. He grasps his hard cock, his thumb swirling around the sensitive head. His hips move in a rhythm as old as time, his body arching as he fucks his own hand. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tightening like a bowstring. Then, with a final thrust, he comes undone, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his release.

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