Unseen, Unheard: A Solo Male Masquerade

Under the soft glow of his bedside lamp, Saywhen starts his secret performance. He peels off his shirt, his pants following suit, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. His cock strains against the fabric, eager for his touch. He slips out of his boxers, his cock springing free, already rock hard. He lies back, his legs spread, his hand gripping his cock. He strokes it, his rhythm steady, his breathing growing ragged. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently as he nears his peak. His body tenses, his cock throbbing as he spills his load, his moans echoing in the silent room.

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