Fluffal's Tributary Solitude

In the dimly lit room, Fluffal, clad in tight briefs, begins his solitary ritual. He strokes his growing bulge, feeling the heat building within. His hands roam, teasing his nipples, before sliding down to cup his balls. With a groan, he frees his hard cock, lubing it with spit before jerking off in earnest. His hips thrust forward, fucking his fist as he imagines his own tribute, his body trembling with pleasure.

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