His Hand, His Haven

A young, unaccompanied man retreats to his personal sanctuary, his body yearning for touch. His hand, his only playmate, caresses his skin, igniting sparks of pleasure. His cock, already engorged, pulses with need. He grips it tightly, his pace quickening, his breath growing ragged. His body tenses, his muscles clenching as he approaches his peak. With a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, his hot cum marking his chest, a testament to his self-induced ecstasy.

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