Mastering Me, One Stroke at a Time

In the dimly lit room, he's his own plaything. He grips his cock, feeling its heat and stiffness. Each stroke is a dance, a rhythm he sets, as he works himself into a frenzy. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears the edge. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, until finally, with a low groan, he spills over, his body shuddering with satisfaction.

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