Solitude's Golden Shower

The room is filled with the sound of water lapping against the glass, a symphony of his own making. His undies cling to him, damp with his excitement and the remnants of his liquid release. He takes a sip from the glass, his lips curling into a smile as he tastes himself, his own unique flavor. His body is electric, his senses heightened, as he continues to pleasure himself, his mind a whirlwind of filthy thoughts and sensations.

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