Languid Solo Pleasure

In the quiet of his room, Clifford begins his slow, teasing dance of self-pleasure. His hand moves with a languid grace, caressing his length with a patience that borders on torture. Each stroke is a deliberate act, a sensory exploration that draws out his desire. The room is filled with the soft, wet sounds of his hand moving on his cock, the rustle of sheets, and his own steady, deep breaths. His body responds to his touch, his muscles tensing and releasing in rhythm, as he edges closer to his release.

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