Solo Boy's Milky Climax

In the quiet solitude of his room, the young man unburdens his pent-up desires, his hand a poor substitute for the warmth of another's touch. He lies back, his eyes closed, imagining the wet, eager mouth of a lover. His strokes become more urgent, his hips bucking off the bed, seeking friction, release. He feels the telltale tingle at the base of his spine, his balls drawing up tight. With a guttural moan, he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand, his cum spilling out, painting his stomach, a mess of sticky white that he leaves untouched, a testament to his solo passion.

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