Unseen Hands, Unspoken Needs

In the dimly lit room, a lone figure sits, legs spread wide, a single hand slowly stroking his throbbing cock. The quiet hum of the fan fills the void, as he leans back, eyes closed, losing himself in the rhythm of his own touch. His breath hitches as he grips tighter, feeling the pulse of his desire. Unseen hands seem to guide him, urging him on, as he picks up the pace, his body tensing, ready to release.

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