The Rhythm of Self-Pleasure

Himura's room is bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows that dance with his movements. His body, a canvas of tattoos and scars, tells a story of a life lived on the edge. As he begins to touch himself, his breath hitches, a primal sound escaping his lips. His fingers trace the sensitive head of his cock, gathering the pre-cum that beads at the tip. He moans, a low, guttural sound, as he begins to stroke himself in earnest, his body tensing with the building pleasure.

• masturbation
• masturbate

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