Kelly, the twink, sits on his bed, the soft glow of his laptop illuminating his smooth, toned body. He's been waiting for this moment all day, his master's voice echoing in his mind, "Milk that cock for me, slut." He starts slowly, his hand barely touching his hard, uncut cock. He teases himself, his foreskin rolling back and forth over his sensitive head. He can feel the cum building, his balls tightening. He picks up the pace, his hand moving faster, his grip tighter. He's close, so close. He looks into the camera, his eyes wide, his mouth open in a silent moan as he comes, hiscum shooting out, coating his hand and the laptop screen, a mess of sticky, white evidence of his pleasure.