Raining Cum in Solitude

Our lone wolf, driven by the thunder outside, indulges in a private storm of his own. He stands under the spray, his hand working his length with a fervor that matches the deluge. His mind races with fantasies, each one more explicit than the last. The water drips from his hair, running down his face, as he leans back, his body convulsing with pleasure. He grunts, his release coating the shower walls, a milky contrast to the clear water.

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