Oscar's Solo Lust: Worshipping My Pic

In the dim light of his room, Oscar's hand wanders, finding its way to his hardening length. He pulls out a worn photo of me, a secretive smile playing on his lips. His grip tightens, rhythm increasing, as he imagines me there, watching him. His eyes flutter closed, lost in his fantasy, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's close, so close, his body coiling like a spring ready to release.

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