The Alone Game

In the quiet of his room, j finds solace in his own company. He begins to touch himself, his hand wrapping around his hardening cock. He closes his eyes, letting his mind wander to fantasies of tight, wet holes eagerly swallowing his length. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, as he chases his climax. His chest heaves, and his body shudders as he finds his release, leaving him panting and satisfied, a trail of his essence coating his hand.

• masturbation
• j
• soloboy

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