Sip, Sake, Stroke: A Tattooed Tale

The room is filled with the soft clink of ice in a glass and the quiet hum of the air conditioner. A lone man, his body a canvas of intricate tattoos, sits on the edge of the bed, a bottle of sake within reach. His hand, strong and sure, wraps around his cock, already hard and eager. He takes a sip, the sake burning a trail down his throat, as he begins to stroke, his body tensing with each pull.

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