Stirring Cock in the Dead of Night

Under the cloak of midnight, a lonely boy seeks solace in his own touch. The room is dim, the air thick with anticipation as he wraps his hand around his throbbing member. His strokes are steady, purposeful, as he imagines the touch of another, the wetness of a mouth, the tightness of a warmth he's yet to experience. The only sounds are his ragged breath and the rhythmic rustling of sheets as he brings himself closer to the edge, the tension building, until finally, he finds his release, his body shuddering with the force of it.

• masturbation
• punheta
• soloboy

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