Private Pleasures: Unseen, Uninterrupted

Hidden from the world, a boy finds solace in his own touch. His hands explore, his body arches, and his moans fill the empty room. No eyes watch him, no voices judge, only his own desire drives him. His cock, hard and slick, slides through his fist, his rhythm steady, his pace increasing. He's a symphony of sensation, a dance of one, in a world that doesn't see or care.

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