Lonely Traveler's Late-Night Indulgence

The city's hum fades as the traveler closes the door to his hotel room, the familiar scent of fresh linens and the distant hum of the city lulling him into a sense of detachment. He strips off his clothes, the cool air against his skin sending a shiver down his spine. His eyes catch on the full-length mirror, reflecting his toned body, the semi-hard cock hanging heavy between his legs. He wraps a fist around it, a low moan escaping as he begins to stroke, his mind filling with images of anonymous encounters. The room echoes with his ragged breaths, his grip tightening as he nears the edge, his body tensing as he spills his climax onto the plush carpet.

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