Holy Waters Flow: A Solitary Cock's Symphony

In the dimly lit room, a lone figure stands, his breath shallow with anticipation. The air is thick with tension as he unzips, releasing his throbbing cock into the cool air. He strokes, his hand gliding effortlessly along the length, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. The sound of his hand meeting flesh fills the room, a rhythmic melody that builds with his desire. Suddenly, a stream of holy pee arcs from his cock, a testament to his pent-up need, drenching the floor below.

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