On the eve of Easter, a man found himself alone and overcome with an irresistible urge to indulge in his own pleasure. The cool evening air had just begun to seep through the open window, creating an atmosphere of anticipation and excitement. He knew what he craved, and he was determined to satisfy it. With a devilish glint in his eyes, he began to stroke his throbbing manhood, his hand moving rhythmically up and down. His breath grew heavier with each passing moment, his body becoming consumed by the ecstasy of self-pleasure. His face contorted in pleasure, his fingers gripped his pulsating member tightly. The room was filled with the sound of his heavy breathing and the soft rustle of his movements. With a final, powerful stroke, he released his pent-up desire, his hot seed shooting onto the cool tile floor. The sight of his release left him breathless, his body trembling with the intensity of his climax. This was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a celebration of self-love on the eve of Easter.
