Solitary Ecstasy: Boy's Self-Love

In the dimly lit room, the boy's hand moves expertly over his throbbing member, his mind filled with lurid images. His strokes are firm, rhythmic, pushing him closer to the edge. His chest heaves, muscles tense as he fights to keep quiet. His free hand reaches down, teasing his sensitive asshole, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He's close now, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a final, intense stroke, he comes hard, his body convulsing as he spills his load onto his stomach.

• masturbating
• self
• soloboy

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