Inked Solitude: A Solo Dick Dive

The scent of ink and sweat fills the air as the man leans back, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch. His cock, hard and eager, stands tall, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He runs his thumb over it, spreading the fluid, making his grip slick and smooth. His breathing deepens, his hips beginning to move in time with his strokes, chasing the building pleasure. The room is silent save for the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing his growing need.

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