Solitary Pleasure in Isolation

In the quiet of his apartment, he finds solace in the familiar, his hand instinctively reaching for his hardening length. The corona virus may keep him indoors, but it can't suppress his primal urges. He strokes his cock slowly, appreciating the smooth, veined texture, the weight of it in his hand. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, sending shivers up his spine. He leans back, legs spread wide, giving himself over to the pleasure, his hips thrusting in time with his strokes. His groans fill the empty room, echoing off the walls as he chases his release, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he spills his load, gasping for breath in the aftermath of his self-imposed quarantine indulgence.

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• corona
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