Melodic Wank

The soloist, bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, plays with a fervor that belies his calm demeanor. His guitar, a vintage piece with a rich, resonant tone, is his muse, his companion. As the notes fill the room, so does his desire, his hand leaving the instrument to palm his growing bulge. His breathing hitches, matching the tempo of the music, as he grinds his hips in time with the rhythm, the guitar now just an extension of his lust.

• music
• guitar
• soloboy

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