Midnight Solo: Stroke 'til Dawn

As the clock strikes midnight, the only sound in the room is the soft rustling of sheets as Clove Prince's hand finds its way beneath the covers. The dim glow of the nightlight casts a soft shadow on his face, contorted in quiet ecstasy as he grips his throbbing cock. The rhythm is steady, the pace increasing with each passing minute, his breath hitching as he approaches the edge. The room fills with the scent of precum and the sound of his wet palm stroking his length, until finally, he lets out a low groan, his body convulsing as he spills his load onto his stomach.

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