The Household Hermit's Secret Indulgence

The creaking floorboard outside his room signals his solitude. He strips off his clothes, the cool air of the empty house raising goosebumps on his skin. He sits on the windowsill, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over his naked form. His hand wraps around his cock, already semi-hard, and begins a slow, steady rhythm. He leans back, eyes closed, imagining the touch of a lover. His strokes quicken, his breath hitches, and he feels the familiar tightening in his balls. With a gasp, he comes, his hot seed spilling onto the floor, a testament to his private indulgence. He opens his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips, before cleaning up and retreating back into his solitary life.

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