Lonely Lad Loses Himself in Solitary Sin

Shedding his clothes, he stands before the mirror, admiring the reflection of his toned physique. His cock, already aroused, tents his briefs, begging for release. He obliges, pulling them down, letting his rigid member spring free. He starts slow, teasing himself, running his fingers along his length, feeling the velvet softness of his skin stretched tight. His other hand wanders, cupping his balls, gently rolling them, before trailing lower, pressing against his taint, hinting at forbidden pleasures. His strokes become firmer, faster, his breath ragged, until he can hold back no more, his hot seed spilling forth, painting his abs with stripes of white.

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