Swati'sHi: My Friend's Lonely Touch

In the quiet of his room, Swati's friend, my hi, seeks comfort in his own hands. His fingers dance over his skin, tracing lines and circles, igniting sparks of pleasure. He wraps his hand around his eager cock, feeling the pulse of his desire. With a rhythm born of need and longing, he pumps, his body arching, his breath coming in short gasps. As his orgasm approaches, he bites his lip, his grip tightening, his body shuddering with release.

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• soloboy
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