The Art of Self-Pleasure

In the quiet of the night, a lone figure surrenders to the allure of self-pleasure. The room is dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of their own arousal. They tentatively begin, a soft, tentative touch, their hand wrapped around their pulsating cock, the velvet smoothness of their skin a stark contrast to the rough callouses of their palm. Their breath hitches as they pick up the pace, the sound of their hand meeting flesh a rhythmic, primal beat.

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