Solitary Bliss: Unshod Ecstasy

He kicks off his shoes, the leather soles thudding softly on the wooden floor. His feet, tanned and slightly calloused from years of walking barefoot, are a stark contrast to the rest of his smooth, pale body. He lies back, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock, the other exploring his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, tweaking his nipples, before finally settling between his legs, cupping his balls, feeling their weight, their fullness. His breath hitches, his hips rise, and he begins to stroke, long, slow movements that build in intensity, his feet curling and uncurling, his toes flexing, as he chases his release.

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