Solitary Sin: Boy's Tantalizing Touch

The dim light of his room casts long shadows as he sits, legs spread, on the edge of his bed. His hand, steady and sure, moves up and down his rigid length, the sound of skin on skin filling the silence. His eyes, locked onto his glistening cock, watch as his hand works it expertly, his hips lifting slightly with each stroke. The scent of his arousal hangs heavy in the air, a silent testament to his solo pleasure, as he brings himself closer and closer to the brink, his body tensing beautifully before he finally spills over, his breath ragged, his heart pounding wildly.

• masturbation
• punheta
• soloboy

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