Omegathad's Unseen Solitude: A Grip and Groan

In the dim, flickering light, Omegathad's soloboy finds solace in the solitary dance of self-pleasure. His body, a canvas of tattooed stories, tenses as he grips his rigid length, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through him. His groans, low and guttural, fill the room as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking in time with his strokes. The air grows thick with the scent of sex and the sound of skin on skin, as he edges closer to release, his body taut as a bowstring, ready to snap.

• stroking
• soloboy

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