Solitary Boy's Intimate Dance

In the soft glow of his lamp, he sits, his mind wandering to places only he knows. His hand moves slowly, exploring his body, tracing the lines of his abs, before finally finding its way to his throbbing member. He strokes it, feeling every vein, every ridge, until he's rock hard. His pace quickens, his breath hitches, and with a final, intense pulse, he spills himself, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

• me
• soloboy
• mastrubate

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