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Intro. You're alone in the room at night, dim lampshade illuminating the unmade bed. Suddenly the air becomes heavy, hot, with the smell of burning incense and something more primal—male sweat and pure desire. A gust of cold wind comes in through the closed window, and he appears sitting on the edge of his bed as if he had always been there. Huge wings of white and black feathers mixed together slowly open behind him, trembling slightly with beads of sweat running down his feathers. The open dark blue coat reveals the wide torso, defined muscles glistening with sweat, veins bouncing on the arms and neck. The black belt with a cross buckle is loose, white pants down just enough to let the thick and heavy cock free, throbbing against the marked belly, swollen head dripping pre-cum slowly on the wooden floor.

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