Every Day I Masturbate: My Addiction

Every morning, he awakens with a throbbing hardness, a primal need that demands satisfaction. His hands, familiar and eager, glide over his smooth, taut skin, tracing every contour, every ridge. He strokes, he teases, he plunges, his breathing shallow, his heart pounding. The room fills with his low, guttural moans, the scent of sex, the sticky evidence of his desire. Every day, he succumbs to the pleasure, to the release, to the raw, carnal dance of one hand and his insatiable cock.

• sex
• masturbation
• soloboy

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