Willxz8, alone and needing release, begins a private dance of desire. His small, delicate hands trace the length of his hardening cock, feeling the pulse of blood beneath the skin. He strokes steadily, eyes closed, lost in his own fantasy. The room fills with the wet sound of his hand working his shaft, faster, tighter, until he gasps, body tensing as he spills his load, painting his stomach with milky evidence of his solo pleasure.