Condoms crinkling in the dark

In a cramped, dimly lit room, a mysterious figure, cloaked in anonymity, begins their private dance. Condoms litter the floor, a testament to past encounters. The figure strips, their body glistening with sweat, and rolls a condom onto their pulsating erection. They pace the room, the sound of latex crinkling with each step, a symphony of their desire. They lean against the wall, thrusting into their hand, their breath coming in ragged gasps, before finally finding their release, their body shuddering with the force of it.

• room
• condoms

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