Solitude's Sweet Sin

The house is silent, everyone asleep, but he can't find rest. His hand wanders, tracing the lines of his body until it reaches his throbbing cock. He's careful, quiet, but each stroke sends waves of pleasure through him. His mind races with images of forbidden encounters, his grip tightening as he feels the heat building in his balls. He bites his lip to stifle a moan, his body convulsing silently as he spills his load onto his stomach, his heart pounding in his chest.

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