Fallen Leaves, Unfettered Lust

As the leaves turn golden and the air grows crisp, Summrs finds himself alone in the park, his thoughts drifting to unfulfilled desires. The crunch of autumn leaves underfoot echoes the snap of his self-control as he begins to pleasure himself, the cool breeze against his skin heightening his senses. His hand moves with increasing urgency, his breath misting in the chill air, until he reaches his climax, painting the fallen leaves with his release.

• autumn
• summrs

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