Solitude's Sweet Sin

Hidden from prying eyes, he explores his body, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, mapping out the territories he's yet to discover. His cock, hard and aching, demands attention, and he obliges, wrapping his hand around it, pumping slowly at first, then faster, driven by the need for something more. The room echoes with his ragged breaths, his heart pounding in his chest, until he reaches the edge, his body convulsing as he spills over, his release painting the walls with his desire.

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