Unseen, Unheard, Unbound

Hidden from prying eyes, a young man loses himself in the dance of solitude. His hands roam his body, igniting sparks of pleasure. He grips his cock, feeling its throb against his palm. His touches become more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room, once silent, now echoes with his moans. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final cry, he finds his release, his body shaking as he spills his essence onto the floor. In the aftermath, he catches his breath, his body still tingling, his mind at peace.

• soloboy

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