Loree's Solitary Sin

In the dim light of his cluttered room, Para sits on the edge of his unmade bed, his heart pounding in his chest. He's alone, but the ghost of his latest encounter lingers. His hands tremble as he unbuttons his shirt, his pants falling to the floor as he steps out of them. He's hard, his cock aching for release. He wraps his hand around his length, his grip tight, his strokes slow and deliberate. He can feel the pleasure building, his body tensing, and with a low moan, he comes, his seed spilling over his hand and onto the floor.

• para
• ti
• soloboy
• loree

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