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In the quiet, dimly lit room, a European lad, barely 18, lies back on the plush couch, his eyes closed as he loses himself in the sensation of his own touch. His long, slim fingers trace the length of his hard cock, the foreskin sliding smoothly back and forth. He takes his time, savoring each stroke, his breathing growing heavier as his pleasure intensifies. His body writhes, his hips lifting slightly with each pass of his hand. He can feel the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, the undeniable sign that he's close. With a final, firm stroke, he comes, his body convulsing as he spills his load, his cum dripping onto the couch below.