Unleashing passion under the storm

The storm rages outside, but inside, a different kind of storm is brewing. A man, driven by primal urges, strips off his wet clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. His cock stands at attention, eager for release. He grips it tightly, his strokes firm and steady, the sound of the rain against the window echoing his ragged breaths. Lightning flashes, illuminating his sweat-slicked body, as he chases his climax, finally finding it with a guttural moan, his seed mixing with the rainwater on the floor.

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