Jignig's Solo Ecstasy
Under the dim glow of his bedside lamp, Jignig begins his nightly ritual. He sprawls out on his bed, his body relaxed, and his hand idly tracing patterns on his bare chest. His cock twitches, already eager for his touch, and he obliges, wrapping his fingers around it. He takes his time, teasing himself, his strokes slow and steady. His other hand wanders, pinching and rolling his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a guttural groan, he comes, his cum splattering onto his stomach, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He lies there, panting, his heart pounding, before cleaning up and turning off the light, ready to face another day.