The Solo Dance

A stranger to touch, he explores his body with a curious hunger. His fingers tentatively trace the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, inching closer to the pulsating heat at their apex. A shiver runs through him as he finally wraps his hand around his throbbing member, gasping at the intensity of sensation. His body arches, a silent plea for more as he chases the edge, his grip tightening, his movements becoming more urgent. His heart races, his breath ragged, until finally, he's undone, his body convulsing as he spills over, a testament to his self-induced ecstasy.

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