Solitary Sins: Tia's Torrid Touch

In the dim light of his bedroom, Q indulges in his private fantasies. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, stroking it to the rhythm of his imagination. He pictures Tia, her body writhing beneath him, her moans echoing in his ears. His grip tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent, until he can't hold back any longer. With a final stroke, he finds his release, his body tensing as he spills his seed, his mind still filled with thoughts of Tia.

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