Pirate's Caribbean Soliloquy

In the dim light of the lantern, Alekander's tanned, muscular body glistens with sweat as he pumps his cock, the salty tang of the sea air mingling with his musk. His grunts fill the cabin, a primal symphony as old as the sea itself. He envisions the tight, wet heat of a willing captive, his fantasy fueling his strokes until he reaches his peak, his seed spilling forth like a siren's song, a secret treasure known only to the sea and himself.

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