Amante-Mascarado's Intimate Solace

In the dim, warm lighting of his private sanctum, a young man, bare and unashamed, stands before a full-length mirror. His hand, calloused from years of guitar playing, traces the lines of his body, pausing at the thick, half-hard cock hanging heavy between his legs. He strokes it to life, the skin smooth and hot under his fingertips. His other hand explores, pinching a nipple, then delving lower to cup his tight balls. He moans, low and deep in his chest, as he picks up the pace, his hips thrusting forward. The room fills with the scent of his pre-come and the sound of his wet, eager strokes.

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