Rhythm of the Solitary Touch

In the quietude of his private sanctuary, he begins his evening routine, the soft hum of a nearby candle the only accompaniment to his solitary symphony. He starts at his feet, his strong hands working their way up, kneading and caressing, leaving no inch unexplored. His cock, already half-hard, twitches in anticipation, but he's patient, drawing out the pleasure, building it slowly, like a master craftsman shaping clay. When he finally reaches his destination, his strokes are steady, purposeful, each one bringing him closer to the edge, but never quite tipping him over until he's ready, until he's decided it's time for his grand finale.

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