Nighttime Solace: A Lonely Stroke

Under the cloak of darkness, a restless soul seeks solace in self-pleasure. The room is awash with the soft glow of a nearby streetlight, casting long, dancing shadows as he begins to touch himself. His calloused hands work with practiced ease, tracing the veins of his rigid cock, feeling the pulse of life beneath his skin. His body responds, arching into his touch, seeking more. The scent of his pre-cum fills the air, a musky perfume that drives him on. His strokes become more urgent, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. With a final, powerful surge, he comes, his body convulsing as he paints the room with his hot, sticky seed.

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