Lonely Lad's Belly Rub

In the dim light of his room, a man stands, unbuttoning his shirt, baring his sculpted belly. He traces the lines of his abs, feeling the heat build. He lays back, hands roaming, teasing, as his breath deepens. His cock, hard and aching, strains against his pants. He pops the button, letting it spring free, stroking it in rhythm with his belly rub. His moans fill the room as he brings himself closer to the edge, until finally, with a final thrust, he spills over, his belly glistening with sweat and come.

• soloboy

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