Fistful of Gozada

In the dimly lit room, the soloboy stands, his cock already at attention. He's a captive of his own desires, his body aching for the relief only his own hand can provide. He spits into his palm, the lubrication allowing his hand to glide smoothly along his length. His grip is firm, his strokes steady, each one driving him closer to the edge. His body trembles, his moans echoing in the empty room. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, and with a final, desperate stroke, he explodes, his gozada shooting across the room, a testament to his intense, self-inflicted ecstasy.

• gozada
• punheta
• soloboy

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