Unseen Ecstasy: His Hidden Rhythm

Unseen by the world, he dances on the edge of desire. His body, a canvas of smooth lines and taut muscles, moves in ways that speak of unspoken needs. His hand, a steady metronome, beats against his chest, down his abs, until it finds its rhythm on his hard, throbbing cock. He's lost in the motion, his hips rolling, his breath coming in short gasps. The room is filled with the soft sounds of his pleasure, the rustle of skin against skin, the wet sounds of his hand working his cock. He's close, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. And then, with a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, painting his chest with his hot, white cum.

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