Discovering Solitude's Ecstasy
With a deep, cleansing breath, Líbí begins his private ritual. The room is dim, the air heavy with anticipation. He starts at his neck, his fingers brushing against his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. He lingers at his nipples, tweaking them until they're hard peaks, before moving south. His cock stands at attention, eager for his touch. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the velvety smoothness, the steel-like hardness. He works himself, his hand moving in long, slow strokes, building a rhythm that makes his body tingle. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. The pressure builds, his strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and stomach with his hot, creamy seed.