A Second Chance at Solace

The room is filled with the soft sounds of his moans, the rustle of sheets, and the wet, slick noises of his hand working his cock. His eyes are closed, lost in his own world, his hips lifting to meet his strokes. He's not in a rush, taking his time to build the pleasure, to savor it. His other hand wanders, cupping his balls, teasing his taint, before moving back to his cock, adding a twist to his strokes. His body tenses, his breath comes in short gasps, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, painting his chest with his release.

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