Soldier's Solitary Salute

The sterile, fluorescent-lit room offers no respite from the soldier's pent-up desires. His uniform, once a symbol of discipline, now feels like a restraint, chafing against his growing need. With a swift, practiced move, he unbuttons his shirt, allowing his heated skin to breathe. His hand, no stranger to the grip of a weapon, wraps around his throbbing cock, mimicking the rhythm he's trained for, but this time, for his own pleasure.

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