Solitary Ecstasy

The mirror reflects his every move as he strips down to nothing, his body a canvas of desire. He sprawls out on the bed, fingers tracing the contours of his chest, down to the V that leads to his hardening cock. He grips it, feeling the pulse of blood beneath the skin, and begins to move his hand in slow, steady strokes. His hips rise to meet his hand, his body craving more friction, more sensation. The room echoes with the sound of his pleasure as he races towards his climax, his solo dance of desire reaching its crescendo.

• soloboy

• Unknown