Boy's Solo Dance of Desire

Lost in his thoughts, he starts a private dance, fingers trailing over his smooth skin, igniting sparks. He rubs his bulge, feeling his length stiffen, ache for more. With a groan, he frees his cock, gripping it tightly, pumping slowly, then faster, his hips bucking. He's a symphony of pleasure, every touch echoing in his core. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body taut, on the cusp, yet he holds back, reveling in the exquisite agony of delay, his solo tease a dance of delicious, self-imposed denial.

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