Gusta's Private Ritual: Unseen, Unbound

Gusta, alone in his sanctuary, succumbs to the primal rhythm of his body. He stands, nude and unashamed, his cock already weeping with anticipation. He takes it in his hand, his grip firm and steady, a silent promise to himself. His other hand explores his body, pinching nipples, tracing abs, before finding its way to his balls, cupping and squeezing gently. He moans, his body arching, his strokes growing faster, more urgent. He's close, so close, his breath ragged, his heart pounding. And then, with a final, guttural groan, he comes, his cock pulsing, his body trembling with the force of his release.

• me
• soloboy
• gusta

• Unknown