Castaway's Self-Pleasure

In the dim light of his makeshift shelter, the weary traveler succumbs to his primal urges. His calloused hands, skilled from years of casting nets, now work to cast away his loneliness. He pulls out his stiff cock, the air cool against his heated skin. His strokes are steady, purposeful, as he envisions the curves of a woman, her soft moans echoing in his mind. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, deep thrust of his hips, he finds his release, his hot seed spilling over his hand.

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