Solitary Sin: Deonte's Torrid Solo Act

Deonte, in the throes of his solitary ecstasy, finds his hand a poor substitute for the warmth he craves. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, as he chases the high that only his own touch can provide. Lost in his own world, he doesn't notice the time slipping away, until he's left panting, spent, and alone once more.

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