Masturbation Masterstroke

Enrique, in the throes of solitude, retreats to his private quarters. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. His hand finds its way beneath the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around his hardening cock. He strokes himself slowly, deliberately, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His breath quickens, his grip tightens, and he loses himself in the rhythm, chasing the release he so desperately craves.

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