Happy Hour with Him

The boy's afternoon tea becomes a playtime for one. He grins wickedly, his fingers dancing under the table, caressing his hardening length through his pants. The sun's rays kiss his skin, heating him up as he lets his imagination run wild. He envisions steamy encounters, his breath hitching as he strokes himself to a satisfying, messy end, leaving him grinning and satiated.

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