Solitary bliss: Uninhibited masturbation

He closes the door, the lock clicking into place, a silent promise of privacy. Alone, he allows his desires to surface, his hand tentatively exploring his body, tracing the lines of his abs, before wrapping around his throbbing cock. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one sending jolts of pleasure through him. The room fills with the symphony of his pleasure, his grunts and groans, the wet sound of his hand working his flesh. His body tenses, his abs clenching, as he nears the edge, his cock pulsing in his hand before he paints his chest with his hot, creamy release.

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