In the realm of ancient magic and mystique, there existed a forbidden art known as Solomanmasturbation. Legends whispered of its power to awaken desires beyond mortal comprehension, to unlock pleasure so intoxicating that it could only be wielded by the chosen few.
In the heart of a hidden grove, bathed in the ethereal glow of a thousand enchanted candles, a lone figure stood. His name was Soloman, a sorcerer of unmatched skill and ambition. With a flick of his wrist and a whispered incantation, the air around him hummed with anticipation.
As the moon rose high in the sky, casting its silvery light upon his bare skin, Soloman began his ritual. His hands moved with a grace that defied