Solo Ecstasy in the Mansion

The scent of freshly cut straw fills the air as the man, clad in luxurious silk, retreats to his private quarters. His hand wanders, tracing the lines of his toned body, before finding its way to his engorged cock. He strokes it languidly, his hips bucking in rhythm with his movements. The room is filled with the sound of his heavy breathing and the soft rustle of silk against skin, a symphony of solitary pleasure.

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