My Cock: A Solitary Symphony

The room is dim, the air thick with anticipation. He sits on the edge of the bed, his cock already hard, tenting the fabric of his boxers. He pushes them down, freeing his length, and wraps his hand around it. The sensation is exquisite, and he can't help but let out a low moan. He begins to move his hand, slowly at first, then faster, his grip tightening as his need grows. His other hand moves to his chest, pinching his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his cock. He's close now, his breath coming in short gasps, his hips lifting off the bed as he chases his release.

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