Leo's Lonely Portuguese Peephole Pounding

In the dimly lit room, young Leo's hand moves up and down his rigid length, his breath hitching as he pictures a luscious pair of tits bouncing in his face. The scent of his own musk fills the air, mingling with the sound of his wet palm slapping against his flesh. His body tenses, his toes curl, and with a final, guttural groan, he spills his hot load all over his stomach, leaving him spent and satisfied.

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