Pound4Pound: Solitary Bliss in Solo Stroke

The room is filled with an unseen presence, a phantom touch that can't be ignored. A hand, seemingly not his own, wraps around the stiff cock, guiding it with an expert touch. The rhythm is steady, relentless, driving him closer to the edge. The sensation builds, a fire igniting in his loins, until with a final, desperate thrust of his hips, he spills over, body shuddering with the force of his release. The room is left quiet, save for the sound of his ragged breaths, a secret shared only between him and the unseen force that drove him to ecstasy.

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