Solitary Sin: My Private Pleasure

Alone in the dimly lit room, he begins his secret ritual. His hand, tentative at first, explores his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, pausing at the sensitive spots that make him gasp. His cock, already half-hard, twitches in anticipation. He wraps his fist around it, the grip tight, the rhythm steady. His mind fills with fantasies, each one more decadent than the last. He imagines soft lips wrapped around him, warm pussy squeezing him, but it's just his hand, his own relentless pace driving him towards the edge. His balls tighten, his cock pulses, and with a low groan, he spills his load, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He collapses back, spent, his breath ragged, his secret safe, for now.

• masterbating
• soloboy

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