Quarantine Wank: One Hand on the Dick, the Other on the Cross

In the sterile confines of his temporary prison, he succumbs to his carnal desires. The digital clock on the wall ticks away the endless hours, each second a testament to his isolation. His hand, once used for holy texts, now grips his engorged shaft with feverish urgency. The room fills with the scent of his musk, a pungent reminder of his lustful transgression. He bucks his hips, fucking his fist with reckless abandon, seeking release from the clutches of his quarantine.

• masturbation
• cuarentena

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