Late-night pleasure, early-morning release. Solo act of self-pleasure unfolds before the moon sets, a tantalizing prelude to the darkness. A self-indulgence ritual, a promise of tomorrow's ecstasy.
In the heat of a lazy afternoon, a young man finds himself alone in his room, his thoughts drifting to the tantalizing world of self-pleasure. He's been craving the touch of another, but until then, he's content to explore the depths of his own desires. His hand travels to his throbbing manhood, a throbbing testament to his unfulfilled needs. He begins to stroke himself rhythmically, his other hand exploring his body, tracing the contours of his muscles, his skin, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his body trembling with anticipation. He reaches the climax, his body convulsing with the intensity of his release. Exhausted yet satisfied, he lies back, a smile playing on his lips, the taste of his own pleasure still lingering on his tongue. This is a man who knows how to satisfy himself, even when there's no one else around.
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