Alone in his sanctuary, he worships at the altar of his 23cm giant. With a reverence born of countless encounters, he takes it in his hand, feeling the weight, the power. He strokes, he twists, he teases, each movement calculated to draw out his ecstasy. The room fills with his moans, echoing off the walls, as he plunges deeper into his pica pleasures, his body tensing, his breath ragged, until he reaches his peak, a flood of release.