Awakening Solitude

In the quietude of his room, a solo adventurer begins his day with a self-indulgent ritual. His hand wraps around his morning wood, pulling and twisting, as he loses himself in vivid imaginings. His strokes become more aggressive, his breath ragged, until he can hold back no more. With a guttural moan, he unleashes his pent-up desire, painting his torso with his creamy release.

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