Lonely Lad's Verga Vigil

Joanbanks captures Mi in a private moment, his verga a focal point of pleasure. He runs his fingers along its veiny length, his touch electric, sending shivers down his spine. His pija tents his pants, begging for release. He frees it, his hand wrapping around the girthy shaft, his thumb rubbing circles over the sensitive head. His breathing grows ragged as he picks up speed, his verga slapping against his stomach, until he can't hold back any longer. With a guttural groan, he comes undone, his verga throbbing as he paints his chest with his milky seed.

• pija
• verga
• soloboy

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