Boy's Private Pleasure

In the dim light of his room, he begins, slowly stroking his length, his breath hitching as he imagines the touch of someone else. He's alone, but his mind is filled with fantasies, his body responding to every thought. He's a canvas of desire, his muscles tense, his skin flushed. He's a solo symphony of pleasure, his body moving in rhythm, his hand working his cock with increasing urgency, until he reaches the crescendo, his body convulsing as he spills his load, a testament to his private passion.

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