Solo Symphony of Satin

In the solitude of his room, he grips his throbbing member, the softness of his skin contrasting with the steel beneath. His hand glides up and down, lubricated by his own desire, as he imagines hands other than his own exploring his flesh. The tension builds, his breath hitches, and with a final, powerful stroke, he finds his release, spilling onto his heaving chest.

• handjob
• masturbation
• soloboy

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