Hidden Hands, Secret Pleasures

A man, lost in his own world, retreats to his room, his mind filled with thoughts he dare not speak aloud. He sits, his body tense, his hands restless. Slowly, they drift to his crotch, rubbing gently, feeling the growing hardness there. He's alone, or so he thinks, but a pair of eyes watch him from the crack in the door. They watch as his hand slips inside his pants, as he strokes himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps. They watch as he finds his release, his body convulsing, his seed spilling over his hand. And as he catches his breath, he realizes he's not as alone as he thought.

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