Lonely Lad Strokes His Throbbing Meat

The dim light of his lamp casts a warm glow over his naked body as he sprawls on the bed. His cock stands at attention, begging for his touch. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the pulse of blood beneath the skin. Slowly, he begins to move, his hand sliding up and down the length, twisting slightly at the top. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, his body writhing with each touch. The room echoes with his ragged breaths and the slap of his hand against his flesh, driving him closer to the edge of ecstasy.

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