Solo Boy's Feverish Stroke

A mysterious force compels him, "Me da buceta," he whispers, his voice barely audible. His hand moves faster, more urgently, as if possessed. The air grows thick with tension, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. He imagines her, his secret desire, as he spills himself onto the floor, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.

• soloboy
• quero-meter
• me-da-buceta

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