Don's Intimate Dance with Solitude

Don, a man of quiet intensity, retreats to his sanctuary, the weight of the world temporarily lifted from his shoulders. His eyes, dark and hungry, fixate on his crotch, where his desire strains against his jeans. He frees his cock, the thick, veined shaft pulsing with need. Lubricating his hand with spit, he begins to stroke, the sensation sending electric jolts through his body. His mind fills with explicit images, his hand moving faster, the friction building, until with a guttural groan, he finds his release, hot streams painting his abdomen.

• masturbation
• penis
• don
• soloboy

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