Friction's Feverish Fantasies

Unseen by prying eyes, he retreats to his private sanctuary, the dimly lit room filled with the scent of his own musk. His cock tents his pants, aching for release as he slides his body along the edge of his bed, the soft fabric of his shirt rubbing against his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. His movements become more urgent, his breath ragged as he chases his climax, the friction building, pushing him closer to the edge of ecstasy.

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