Solitary Ecstasy in Kiry's Abode
Kiry, alone in his sprawling house, succumbs to his primal urges. The dim lighting casting long shadows, he retreats to his bedroom, the scent of aged wood and leather enveloping him. Unbuckling his pants, he reveals his throbbing cock, already slick with anticipation. His fist wraps around his length, pumping slowly, eyes closed, lost in the sensation. The sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft fills the room, a rhythmic accompaniment to his growing pleasure. He imagines a pair of eyes watching him, a soft voice encouraging him, pushing him closer to the edge. His breaths come in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears his release. With a final, powerful stroke, he spills over, his hot seed coating his hand and stomach, a testament to his solitary indulgence.