Rain's Rhythm, Flesh's Beat

As the rain pours outside, a lonely man finds solace in his own touch. 'Habang umuulan,' he whispers to himself, his hand stroking his lengthening cock. The rain's steady drumming against the window mirrors his increasing pace, his breath hitching in rhythm. The room fills with the scent of his musk, a stark contrast to the fresh, wet smell of the storm. His body tenses, pleasure coursing through him as he reaches his climax, painting his abdomen with his release.

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