Solitary Teen's Intimate Dance

He's alone, but his mind is a whirlwind of illicit thoughts. His hand wraps around his throbbing member, pumping slowly, then faster as the intensity builds. His body tenses, and with a low groan, he finds his release, painting his hand and the floor with his warm, sticky seed. He catches his breath, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips, before cleaning up and returning to his solitude.

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