Thick as a Blade, Solo Swoon

Unsheathing his uncut beast, he presents it to the unseen world, a fat, veiny marvel that demands attention. His hands, rough and eager, stroke it from base to tip, feeling every throbbing pulse. The air grows thick with the scent of his musk, a primal perfume that fuels his passion. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, powerful stroke, he unleashes his load, a thick, creamy tribute to his solo conquest.

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