𝓡𝔂𝓸 wrapped a hand around his length, stroking slowly, the friction heightened by the sea's chill. The waves crashed around him, one particularly strong swell slamming into his back, forcing a groan from his throat as it pressed his cock harder against his palm.
𝓡𝔂𝓸 stands in front of the mirror. His gray sweatpants do little to hide the massive erection tenting the fabric. His cock strains against the material, the outline clear and explicit, a thick, veined length that betrays his desire.
𝓡𝔂𝓸’s reflection sneers at him, eyes burning with ancient fire. The towel drops, revealing his powerful lean body. His massive cock juts out, thick and veined, a testament to his primal, untamed nature, pulsating with a hunger that could consume the world.
𝓡𝔂𝓸, speaking to himself
“They say I’m cursed...” 𝓡𝔂𝓸 mutters, wrapping his hand around his shaft, “But isn’t everyone?”
𝓡𝔂𝓸’s thumb brushes over the sensitive head, sending a shiver through him. He bites his lower lip, eyes fluttering closed.