Solitude's sweet, forbidden touch.

Boredom and loneliness drive Aburrido to explore his body's desires. He tentatively touches his chest, his nipples hardening at the contact. His hand trails down, fingers brushing against his stiffening cock. He strokes it slowly, timidly, as if discovering it for the first time. His breath hitches, and he increases his pace, his body responding eagerly to his touch. He leans back, his head falling against the wall, lost in the sensation of his own touch, unaware of the world outside, existing only in this moment of self-discovery.

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• solo
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