Unseen Ecstasy: A Solo Stroking Session

The room is dim, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and pre-cum. A man, his body a canvas of tattoos and toned muscles, sits on the edge of the bed. His cock, long and uncut, rests on his stomach, twitching with anticipation. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat, the pulse. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. His other hand wanders, touching, teasing, exploring. His eyes are closed, his mind filled with images only he can see, each one pushing him closer to the edge, to the sweet, solitary release he craves.

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