Throbbing Solitude: A Solo Symphony of Flesh

The door locked, curtains drawn, he stands before the mirror, his reflection a canvas of raw, unbridled lust. His hand, a sculptor's tool, molds his rigid cock, milking it with expertise. Precum lubes his path, as he builds a rhythm, a dance of desire, until his body convulses, and he paints his masterpiece on the glass, a testament to his self-indulgence.

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