Unveiling Desires, One Stroke at a Time

In the dim glow of his room, he reveals his most primal self. His verga, a thick, pulsating testament to his arousal, stands tall. He takes it in his hand, his grip firm yet gentle, letting out a low groan as he begins to move. The room is filled with the rhythm of his desire, the slap of skin on skin, the wet sound of his hand moving over his slick, leaking tip. His body tenses, his breath comes in short gasps, as he nears the edge, chasing his release with hungry abandon.

• verga
• soloboy

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