Bart's Solitary Pleasure

With the house empty, Bart retreats to his bedroom, a sanctuary for his secret rituals. He locks the door, ensuring no interruptions as he unbuttons his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He sits on the edge of his bed, his hand diving into his boxers to grasp his throbbing member. His eyes flutter closed as he begins to stroke, his imagination running wild with fantasies that only he knows. The room echoes with his ragged breaths, a testament to his growing arousal.

• alone
• soloboy
• bart

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