Solitude's Sweet Sin

In the quietude of his room, Gary, untouched by another's hand, takes matters into his own. His breath hitches as he grips his rigid shaft, the friction sending electric jolts through his body. He loses himself in the rhythm, the sensation of his calloused palm against his sensitive skin, until he reaches his peak, painting his abdomen with his pent-up release.

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