Bare Skin, Bare Needs: A Solitary Dance

A man, alone in his space, sheds his clothes, the fabric pooling at his feet. He stands naked, his cock already hardening at the thought of his own touch. He wraps his hand around his shaft, feeling the heat, the pulse. He strokes himself, his movements steady, his breath coming in short gasps. The room fills with the scent of his arousal, the sound of his pleasure as he chases his release.

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