Solitary Solace: A Boy's Intimate Dance

Myself, in the throes of self-pleasure, paints a vivid tapestry of solitude. His cock, thick and eager, stands at attention, craving his own touch. He grips it, his movements fluid and rhythmic, eyes closed in concentration. His body tenses, every muscle taut as he nears the edge, before finally tumbling into oblivion, his essence spilling out in hot, sticky ropes.

• cock
• myself
• soloboy

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