Henry's Solitary Dance of Desire

Henry, alone in his room, craves the touch of his own hands. He strips naked, his breath hitching as he feels the cool air against his skin. His cock twitches with anticipation, already half-hard. He strokes it slowly, his eyes closed, imagining the softness of a lover's caress. His pace quickens, his breathing growing ragged as he brings himself closer to the edge. He groans, his body tensing as he spills over, his seed coating his fingers.

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