Discreet delight in a cramped hotel room

The hotel room is small, the bed cramped, but the boy makes do, his need too great to wait. He's careful, meticulous, not wanting to make a sound, lest he alert the guests in the neighboring rooms. He sits on the edge of the bed, his hand working his cock with practiced ease. His eyes are closed, his head tilted back, lost in his own world. The only sound is the soft, rhythmic rustle of his hand moving in his boxers, the occasional soft grunt escaping his lips as he nears his climax.

• hotel
• hand
• soloboy

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