Nightfall Ejaculation: Pajete's Raw Solo

In the dead of night, Pajete's room is a beacon of sin, a sanctuary for unspoken desires. The moon casts eerie shadows as he lies naked, his body a landscape of muscles and curves. His hand, calloused from years of labor, grips his cock, a firm, practiced hold. He strokes slowly, leisurely, as if he has all the time in the world. His hips lift off the bed, thrusting into his fist, his body seeking more friction. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, a contrast to the rough handling of his cock. His moans fill the room, a symphony of lust, as he brings himself to the brink and over, his cock pulsing as it releases its load.

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