The Private Ritual of Self-Pleasure

In the quiet of his room, a young man, unnamed and alone, finds solace in the intimate act of self-pleasure. "De celeste," he whispers, a phrase of unknown origin, as he strokes his hardening cock. The room fills with the scent of his musk, the only soundtrack the soft rustling of sheets and his own ragged breathing. His hand, slick with precum, glides effortlessly along his length, bringing him closer to the edge. His body tenses, back arches, as he finds his release, painting his chest with ribbons of cum.

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