Solitary Boy: My B's Intimate Touch -

In the hushed privacy of his room, B, a lone figure, finds solace in his own touch. The soft glow of the lamp casts a warm, inviting hue as he strips down to his briefs, the anticipation building like a slow, steady burn. His hand moves tentatively at first, tracing the outline of his growing bulge before delving underneath. His breath hitches as he wraps his fingers around his hard, throbbing cock, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through his body. With a groan, he gives in, losing himself in the rhythm of his own touch, his hips bucking as he chases the release he so desperately craves. -

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