Lechita: His Hand, His Pleasure

In the dim light of his room, the young boy, alone and horny, takes his rigid cock in hand. "Lechita," he murmurs, his eyes closed, imagining the touch he craves. His strokes are firm, purposeful, his hips lifting off the bed as he fucks his fist. His breath comes in ragged pants, his body arching as he chases his high. With a final, desperate groan, he comes undone, his sticky cum coating his fingers, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he floats back down to reality.

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• soloboy
• lechita

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