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The soft rustle of sheets can't hide the teenager's urgent movements. His hand wraps around his thick, veiny cock, desperate for friction. His eyes flutter closed, imagining a tender touch, a sweet whisper. His thumb circles the sensitive tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum, as his other hand grips his shaft, pulling and pushing in a steady rhythm. His body tenses, his breaths coming in short gasps, as he approaches his climax, a romantic interlude with himself.