Jacking Off: Raw, Unrestrained Solitude

In the dim light of his room, Xlh's protagonist, nameless and faceless, succumbs to the primal urge. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, veins pulsing with desire. Slow, deliberate strokes build a rhythm, each one drawing a guttural groan. The air thickens with the scent of pre-cum, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing in the silence. His breath hitches, body tense, as he nears the edge, spilling his load in a final, shuddering release.

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