The Guitarist's Forbidden Tune

In a dimly lit room, a man in an apron sits with his guitar, the strings silent, his mind elsewhere. His hands trace the lines of the instrument, but it's not the guitar he's thinking of. His eyes close, the apron tenting as his thoughts turn to taboo. He strums a silent tune, his fingers moving from the guitar to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge. The apron falls away, his cock springing free. He plays himself, the music in his head growing louder, more insistent, until he's fucking his hand, his body tensing as he comes, the guitar's strings vibrating with his final note.

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