Solo Surrender to Midnight Urges

As the clock strikes twelve, a young man finds himself unable to resist the primal urges that stir within him. Clad only in boxers, he slips into his room, his heart racing with anticipation. The coolness of the sheets against his skin sends a shiver down his spine as he takes hold of his rigid, black cock. The room fills with the soft sounds of his pleasure as he strokes himself, his movements slow and deliberate. His eyes flutter closed, his mind's eye painting vivid scenes of ecstasy. The night air is thick with the scent of his arousal as he brings himself closer to the edge, his body tensing, his grip tightening, until finally, he succumbs to the sweet, intense release he's been craving.

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