Soloboy couldn't shake off the intense desire coursing through his veins. The insatiable craving to feel the ecstasy of self-pleasure was too much to ignore. The moonlight illuminating his room served as a perfect backdrop for his late-night escapade. He began to caress himself, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His hands moved with a rhythmic grace, expertly navigating the contours of his body. The sensation building up with each stroke, his breaths growing heavier and more labored. He was lost in the throes of pleasure, every inch of his being focused on the task at hand. His fingers worked their magic, skillfully bringing him closer and closer to the edge. The room filled with the symphony of his moans and the rustle of his movements. The climax was inevitable, and when it hit, it was a tidal wave of pleasure that left him breathless and satisfied. The night had just begun, but he had already hit the peak.
