Solitude's Surrender

In the quiet of his room, the lone figure sits, his hand tentatively exploring his body. He's new to this, his curiosity piqued by the images he's seen. His fingers trace the length of his hardening cock, a shiver running through him. He tentatively wraps his hand around it, his grip uncertain. He starts to move, his rhythm faltering as he learns what feels good. His other hand joins, cupping his balls, his touch tentative yet eager. His breath comes in short gasps as he nears his peak, his body tensing as he spills over, his cum coating his hand and stomach.

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