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Wichsen's Lullaby: A Thick Cock's Goodnight
As the sun dips below the horizon, our protagonist seeks solace in his nightly routine. His room, sparsely furnished, becomes his sanctuary. His body, a temple of strength and virility, is the altar upon which he worships. He kicks off his clothes, revealing his most revered asset - a cock that's thick, long, and veined like a roadmap to pleasure. He takes it in his hand, running his fingers along its length, feeling it pulse with life. His strokes are slow, measured, a symphony of sensation. He closes his eyes, lost in his own world, his hand working his cock to its full, engorged glory. As he reaches the precipice, his grip tightens, his strokes become frantic. With a guttural groan, he comes, his cock pulsing streams of hot, milky cum onto his abs, his chest heaving with the force of his release.