Quenching Solitary Thirst

A master of self-pleasure, he knows every contour of his generous shaft. He takes his time, exploring each inch, from the sensitive tip to the base, where a tuft of dark hair tickles his palm. His stroke is steady, purposeful, a dance of sorts, a ballet of carnal desire. The room echoes with the wet sounds of his pleasure, a symphony of his lust, as he brings himself closer to the edge, his body tensing in anticipation of the impending explosion.

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