In the opulent chambers of the castle, hidden away from prying eyes, King Caleb sat upon his ornate Jerk off Throne, a magnificent seat crafted from the finest gold and adorned with shimmering jewels. The throne itself seemed to pulse with a mysterious energy, amplifying the king’s already potent desires.
As he reclined luxuriously, his powerful form draped in silken robes that barely concealed his sculpted physique, King Caleb’s eyes gleamed with a primal hunger. The air around him crackled with forbidden excitement, a heady mix of power and lust that seemed to permeate the very walls of his private sanctuary.
With a languid grace, the king’s hand strayed to the bulge in his trousers, fingers