Quenching the Unending Thirst

In the dimly lit, empty bar, Hung, a man of unquenchable thirst, begins to stroke his massive, rock-hard cock, the head glistening with pre-cum. He picks up a bottle, running it along his length, the cold glass sending shivers down his spine. He imagines the liquid inside, the satisfying taste as it slides down his throat, mirroring the motion with the bottle in his hand. His moans echo through the empty bar, the sound of his pleasure mixing with the clinking of the bottles as he brings himself closer to the edge, only to be interrupted by the sudden appearance of a stranger.

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