Dragon-Ball's Cirilo Fucks His Fist to Images of the Brunette

Cirilo, the aggrieved hero, finds solace in his own touch, his fist a poor substitute for the warmth and tightness he craves. His strokes are rough, desperate, as he imagines the brunette's soft skin, her sweet scent, her eager moans. The sound of his hand slapping against his flesh is a harsh, primitive rhythm, a testament to his urgent need. His body convulses, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed, his cry of release a mix of pleasure and frustration.

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