Time Marches On, Cum Drips Down

Unbeknownst to the world outside, a young man in the grip of winter's chill finds solace in his own touch. His breath fogs the cold air as he strips, revealing his taut body and hardening cock. Creamy, thick lube mimics the snowfall, coating his length as he strokes, his imagination running wild with fantasies. His moans echo in the empty room, testament to his pleasure, as he pumps his hips, chasing his release. Time seems to stand still as he paints his chest with his load, a frozen moment of pure, solo ecstasy.

• ice
• time
• cream
• soloboy

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