Lonely Lad's Lethal Load

The room is filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, a steady, rhythmic beat that builds in intensity. The young man's hand moves faster, his grip tighter, his strokes more urgent. His body is coated in a sheen of sweat, his muscles taut with tension. He grunts, a low, animalistic sound, and then he's coming, his cock pulsing in his hand, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, painting his stomach and chest, leaving him gasping and spent.

• jerking
• cumming
• soloboy

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