A Solo Symphony for Ella

With no other company but his imagination, he visualizes Ella, her dark hair cascading down her back, her olive skin glowing under the Spanish sun. He pictures her watching him, her eyes hungry, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, until he can't hold back any longer, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm, Ella's name a whispered plea on his lips.

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