Tim's Lone Wolf: A Solo Act

In the dimly lit room, King-Tim stands alone, his reflection in the mirror a silent partner to his impending indulgence. His hands, calloused from years of labor, trace the contours of his body, pausing at the throbbing heat between his legs. He wraps his fist around his girth, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. His pace quickens, the room filling with the sound of his ragged breaths and the slick friction of his movements. As he nears the edge, his body convulses, his release a testament to the power of his own touch.

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