The Stages of Astolfo
“Yes… just a little more. Take it off…” Adolfo Porrata was hunched over in his creaky computer chair, weakened from years of leaning too far forward on it while partaking in his evening pastime. His indulgence tonight was a video titled “Fate Cosplay: Asftolo Gets Plugged”. Porn with women dressed up as fantastical characters (cosplay) like this one were always his favorites, though he was unfamiliar with this particular character—the fact their name was similar to his own rubbed him in a fun way. Adolfo was blessed with the titillating image of a pink haired woman with creamy skin and a charming, energetic smile dressed in a black skirt and leggings with a very short, pink-and-white, striped crop top undressing herself, teasingly slow, before a built, fully erect man beating himself off. His eyes would sometimes wander to the men in the porn he watched, wondering if he looked like some of these specimens of manliness, would he have better luck with women? They were such a dist