Fezaoroox's Intimate Solace

In the quiet of his studio, Fezaoroox finds solace in the familiar ritual of self-pleasure. He sits on the worn leather couch, his hand idly stroking his semi-erect cock as he sketches, his mind lost in the creative process. His cock thickens under his touch, his strokes becoming more purposeful as he gives in to the urge. He stands, his pants pooling around his ankles, and begins to fuck his hand, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. His breathing grows heavier, his moans echoing in the empty room. He leans back against the wall, his body tensing as he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand as he paints the wall with his cum.

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