Vdwalt in a Dance of One

In the hushed silence of his boudoir, Bryan stands before an ornate mirror, his reflection capturing his every move. He undoes his belt, allowing his trousers to pool at his feet, stepping out of them elegantly. His hand reaches for his cock, already throbbing with anticipation. He strokes it languidly, his gaze locked with his reflection, a silent conversation passing between them. The room fills with the scent of his arousal, the sound of his hand moving over his slick shaft, the soft moans he tries to suppress.

• solo
• wanking
• soloboy

• solo_-_masturbation