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Solitary Surrender in La Paz
The first day of vacation in La Paz, BCS, finds our anonymous traveler in his hotel room, the city's spicy air still clinging to his skin. He stands naked, his reflection revealing a body honed by travel and desire. His hand drifts down, cupping his balls, feeling the weight of his unspent lust. He turns, admiring the firm globes of his ass, and runs a finger along his crack, pausing at the tight, pink entrance. He spits, lubing up his finger, and pushes it inside, his breath catching at the intense sensation. He adds another, stretching himself open, before reaching for the lube. He coats his hard cock, stroking it slowly, his breath hitching as he fucks his own hand in time with his fingers plunging in and out of his ass. The room fills with the sound of his wet, slapping flesh and his ragged groans as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he comes, his body tensing as he spills his load onto the mirror, a testament to his solo indulgence.