Unbridled in the Mask

In the dimly lit room, a figure in a mask stands, a silhouette of desire. His breath fogs the leather as he inhales deeply, filling his senses with the scent of his own arousal. His hand, clad in a tight glove, grasps his cock, pumping slowly, building a rhythm. The mask intensifies his other senses, making each touch electric, each sound amplified. His grunts fill the room, echoing off the walls, as he picks up speed. His body tenses, and with a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, his seed spilling onto the floor, a secret shared only with the mask.

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