Unyielding Morning Glory: Llamasr's Unsheathing

Llamasr stirs, his slumber interrupted by an insistent, throbbing presence. His morning wood pulses, a relentless force pressing against his boxers. He groans, his hand tentatively exploring the immense length and girth, now familiar yet still awe-inspiring. His eyes flutter open, squinting against the morning light, as he debates whether to relieve the ache himself or seek a more satisfying release.

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