Quenching Thirst: Solo Boy Gozando Leitinho

In the quiet of his room, a boy finds solace in his own touch. His hand, slick with sweat, wraps around his throbbing cock. He closes his eyes, imagining the feel of another's hand, another's mouth. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip firm, his desire raw. With a final, shuddering stroke, he gozando leitinho, painting his chest with his hot seed, a testament to his latent, untamed hunger.

• leitinho
• gozando
• soloboy

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