Raman Singh's Night of Solace

In the hush of the night, Raman Singh succumbs to his primal urges, his hand seeking out the rigid length of his cock. He pumps it slowly, his mind a whirlwind of unspoken desires and forbidden thoughts. The room echoes with the wet sounds of his arousal, his pace quickening as his need grows. His body arches, his breath ragged, and with a guttural groan, he erupts, his hot seed spilling out, painting his hand and pants. He collapses back, his heart pounding, his body humming with the remnants of his self-indulgence.

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