Papi's Icy Morning Awakening

The crisp winter air does little to deter Papi's insatiable appetite. He watches his breath fog the mirror, a smirk playing on his lips as he thinks about the task at hand. His calloused hands, stained with the memories of a hard life, grip his stiffening cock, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the sensitive head. The room is silent save for the wet sounds of his strokes, his body tensing as he brings himself closer to the edge. His grunts fill the void, a primal symphony of pleasure as he chases his climax, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

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