Engine's Hum, Hand's Rhythmic Tum

Alone in his car, the anonymous man finds solace in the hum of the engine and the rhythmic sweep of the windshield wipers against the night rain. His hand, confident and unhurried, slips beneath the waistband of his jeans, stroking the growing erection hidden from prying eyes. The car's interior is bathed in the soft glow of passing streetlights, casting long, tantalizing shadows as he pleasures himself, his breath fogging the glass, the world outside a blur.

• masturbation
• solo

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