Queen Lissandra's Intimate Solace

In the dimly lit room, the gay man finds solace in his own company, his hand wandering down to grasp his hardening cock. He strokes himself gently, his breath hitching as he imagines unseen, unheard partners. His body responds, muscles tensing, as he picks up the pace, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the scent of his musk, as he chases his release, his body shuddering as he paints his stomach with his load.

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