Stroke Endgame

Alone in his private sanctuary, he gives in to the primal urge, his hand working his rigid length with practiced ease. The air is thick with the scent of his desire, his moans a symphony of pent-up lust. As he approaches the brink, his grip tightens, his strokes becoming more frenzied, desperate to find release in his solitary dance of ecstasy.

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