Indulging in Unos Toquesitos

Lost in his thoughts, he begins to touch himself, a soft moan escaping his lips. Unos toquesitos, he repeats, as if to justify his actions. His hand moves faster, his grip tightening as he feels the familiar tingle in his spine. He throws his head back, his body tensing as he finds his release, his seed spilling over his hand, panting as he comes down from his solitary high.

• soloboy
• unos
• toquesitos

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