Me, My Hand, and My Hardness

In the quiet of his room, a young man finds solace and pleasure in his own company. His hand traces the curves of his body, lingering on his throbbing cock. He strokes himself lazily, eyes closed, imagining forbidden scenarios. The room fills with his ragged breaths and the wet sounds of his self-love. His body tenses as he nears the edge, his grip tightening. With a final gasp, he spills his load, his body shaking with the intensity of his solo climax.

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