Corlan Emerges: A Lewd Awakening

The room is dim, the air thick with tension as Corlan's voice echoes, "Welcome to my shadows." He's a silhouette, his body a canvas of ink and muscle, barely concealed by loose clothing. A slow, deliberate dance of unbuttoning and sliding fabric off shoulders follows, each movement calculated to reveal just enough to tease. His hand traces the growing tent in his pants, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he leans in, whispering, "Ready to play?"

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• sexy