Lonely Lad's Pounding Solitude

Ich, a man driven by raw, unadulterated desire, turns to his own body for satisfaction. His massive, hardened cock tents his pants, begging for release. He unzips, letting it spring free, and begins to pump furiously, his hand a blur. The room is filled with the wet, slapping sounds of his self-love, his grunts and moans adding to the symphony. His body tenses, every muscle taut, as he nears the edge, before finally succumbing to the waves of pleasure, coating his hand and cock with his hot, white seed.

• geil
• hart
• soloboy

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