Mastering Solitude

Alone in his dimly lit room, a man, Luvmesomebbw's regular, loses himself in the pleasure of his own touch. His hand, rough and eager, grips his rigid length, stroking with a rhythm that's uniquely his. The room fills with the sound of his skin slapping against skin, the wet sounds of his palm gliding over his slick tip. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming more frantic.

• solo
• stroking
• soloboy

• solo_-_masturbation