Solitude's Sensual Beating

In the quiet of his room, the boy's hand explores every inch of his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, pausing to tease his nipples into hard peaks. His cock throbs, begging for attention, and he wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat. He strokes slowly, building the intensity, his hips rising to meet his hand. His other hand joins in, cupping his balls, rolling them gently, before moving to his ass, a finger pressing lightly against his hole. His breath hitches, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent, until he's spilling over, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

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