Solitary Ritual: Slipping On

In the dimly lit room, he sits, a lone ranger in the realm of desire. His hand, steady and sure, strokes the length of his throbbing member. He feels the heat, the pulse, the need. With a practiced ease, he tears open the condom wrapper, his eyes locked onto the latex sheath that will soon encase his rigid cock. He rolls it on, inch by inch, a slow, tantalizing ritual that builds anticipation. The sheen of the condom catches the light, glistening like a second skin, ready for the dance of desire.

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• dick
• soloboy

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