Punheta Purgatory

Arthur, alone in his room, feels the familiar stirrings of desire. His hand, a steady companion, begins to stroke his rigid length. The room fills with the soft sounds of flesh meeting flesh, punctuated by his ragged breaths. His grip tightens, speed increases, as he chases the euphoria only he can provide. His body tenses, muscles clench, and with a final, desperate thrust, he finds his release, hot and sticky in his waiting palm.

• gozada
• punheta
• soloboy

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