Quenching Morning Wood, Lunchtime Be Damned

PapiFachero's morning routine took a tantalizing detour when he found himself unable to resist the urge to masturbate. His cock, hard and eager, demanded attention, and Papi delivered, stroking it gently, then firmly, as he lost himself in fantasies. The room filled with the scent of his musk, the sound of his wet, slapping hand, and his ragged breaths. He'd meant to stop, to eat, but his body had other plans, pushing him towards another edge, another climax, another missed meal.

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