Solitary Sin: Boy Strokes Hard, Unseen

The boy's grip tightens, his rhythm increasing as he approaches the precipice. His body tenses, back arching slightly, as he lets out a low groan, the only signal of his release. The room is left silent once more, the air heavy with the scent of his spent desire, the only evidence of his solitary indulgence the damp spot on the sheets.

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