Plassen's Piss Play: The Lone Wolf's Ritual
In the dimly lit chamber of Plassen's private domain, a man stands alone, his body tensed with anticipation. The air is thick with the scent of his own musk, a primal aroma that fills his nostrils, heightening his senses. He looks down at his throbbing cock, already glistening with pre-cum, and lets out a low groan. The sound of his own heartbeat echoes in his ears as he grips his shaft, stroking it slowly, building a rhythm that matches the pulse thrumming through his veins. His breaths come in ragged gasps, each exhale a testament to the pleasure building within him. Suddenly, he feels it, the warmth spreading from his core, the pressure in his balls intensifying. With a final, forceful stroke, he lets go, his cock pulsing as streams of hot piss and cum shoot forth, painting the floor with his essence.