Risagaa presents a tantalizing tale of self-love, as a curious boy indulges in his private ritual. "Paja," he whispers to himself, his voice barely audible. His fingers dance over his smooth skin, teasing his nipples and tracing the V of his hips. His cock throbs, aching for touch. He wraps his hand around it, moving in long, steady strokes. In his mind's eye, Mona, the object of his forbidden desires, watches him, her eyes dark with lust. His strokes become feverish, his body arching as he spills his load, his heart pounding in his chest.