Unsheathed Ecstasy: A Solo Dance

The room fills with the symphony of his desire - his ragged breaths, the slick sounds of his hand working his length, the occasional low groan that escapes his lips. His eyes are closed, lost in the fantasy only he can see, his body moving in time with the beat of his heart. The tension builds, his strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter. Then, with a final gasp, he spills over, his essence painting his abdomen in warm, sticky lines, marking the end of his private, passionate performance.

• masturbation
• orgasm

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