Moonlit Solitude: Wapo's Gifting Hand

As the clock strikes midnight, our protagonist takes his nocturnal journey to the balcony, the city lights twinkling like stars below. The night is his, and he's claimed it for his own pleasure. His hand, confident and sure, begins its dance on his body, tracing the hard lines of his muscles. He's saved the best for last, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He takes it in his hand, the warmth contrasting with the cool night air, and begins a slow, steady rhythm, a symphony of pleasure under the moon's watchful gaze.

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