Unseen, Unheard, Uninhibited

In the dim light, he's a silhouette, a secret only he knows. His hand moves, a blur, as he jerks off with practiced ease. The room echoes with the sound of his palm meeting his engorged flesh, the wet smacking noise driving him on. He's a dancer, lost in his own rhythm, hips thrusting, breath coming in ragged gasps. His free hand roams, tweaking a nipple, cupping his balls, before reaching back to tease his asshole. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, choked moan, he spills his load, painting the room with his desire, leaving him spent and satisfied, his secret safe in the shadows.

• soloboy

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