Wendypatty's boy is a vision of desire, his solo play a dance of temptation. His eyes close, his hand working his verga with expert ease. He pictures a lover's mouth, their wet warmth enveloping his throbbing polla. His body responds, his hips bucking as he fucks his fist, faster, harder. A bead of moisture forms at his tip, a preview of the ecstasy to come. He's insatiable, his hunger for pleasure unquenchable.