Lonely Lad Gozada in Solitary Bliss

In the dimly lit room, a lone figure sits, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm of his own touch. His hand, slick with precum, glides over his rigid cock, drawing out each stroke with practiced ease. His breath hitches as he imagines the soft caress of flesh against his, the tight clench of a welcoming cunt. He grunts, his body tensing as he nears the precipice, before finally, with a shudder, he spills his load, painting his stomach with his release.

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