Softkind's Solitary Ecstasy

In the privacy of his room, Softkind surrenders to his carnal cravings. The scent of his own musk fills the air as he grasps his stiff cock, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. The sight of his own flesh, slick with pre-cum, spurs him on. He imagines hands other than his own, mouths eager to please, as he picks up the pace. His body tenses, his breath coming in sharp gasps, as he feels the familiar tingling at the base of his spine. With a final groan, he spills his load, his body relaxing as he comes down from his self-induced high.

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