His Secret Rhythm: A Solo Session

The room is filled with the soft sounds of his ragged breathing and the gentle slap of flesh against flesh. His eyes are closed, lost in his own fantasy, as his hand works feverishly, his grip tightening as he nears the edge. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he lets out a low groan, his hot seed spilling out onto his hand and the sheets below. He takes a moment to catch his breath, a satisfied smile playing on his lips before he cleans up, leaving no trace of his private indulgence.

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