Solace in the Shadows

In the quiet of his room, pajote succumbs to his carnal desires, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. He leans back, eyes closed, envisioning illicit encounters, his imagination running wild. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tightening, fingers tracing the sensitive ridge. His body tenses, his breaths coming in short gasps, as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he tips over, his body convulsing with pleasure, his essence spilling over, leaving him sated and content.

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