Under the watchful gaze of Arcturus, Radamanthys19121990 loses himself in a fervent, self-administered worship. His hands, slick with oil, explore his body with a reverence usually reserved for holy relics. His cock, stiff and aching, receives his undivided attention. He jerks it slowly, building a rhythm that matches the distant pulsations of the star above. His body glistens, slick with sweat and oil, as he brings himself closer to ecstasy. With a final, desperate groan, he comes, his seed spilling onto his abdomen, a offering to his celestial patron.