Fiery Solo: His Hand, His Pleasure

In the dim light of his room, he begins, his hand wrapping around his throbbing length. Slow, steady strokes build a rhythm, a symphony of pleasure only he can hear. His breath hitches as he feels the heat, the tension coiling in his core. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, a symphony of his own desire.

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