Watch – He didn’t let me dry my hair. He gave the dick.

In the realm of magic and desire, where the air crackles with untamed energy and the scent of arousal lingers, there exists a powerful enchanter known only as The Watcher. His piercing gaze sees through veils of illusion and lays bare the deepest, darkest desires of those who dare to seek his attention.

On a moonlit night, as the stars whispered secrets to the restless wind, I found myself drawn to his tower of obsidian and shadow. The Watcher’s presence was intoxicating, his eyes like molten silver as they caressed every curve of my trembling form. With a voice that sent shivers down my spine, he whispered, “Dry not your hair, for tonight, I shall give you something far more