Pissaddict's Private Time

In the dimly lit room, the boy stands, his cock already at attention. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the pulse of life beneath his touch. His grip is firm, yet gentle, as he begins to move, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. His mind wanders, filling with fantasies that fuel his desire. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, the sound of his hand moving, and the soft moans he can't help but release as he brings himself to the brink, only to pull back, prolonging his pleasure.

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