Solitary Ecstasy: A Boy's Intimate Dance

The room is filled with the soft sounds of his breathing and the gentle rustle of fabric as he undresses. His hands, confident and sure, move over his body, igniting a fire within him. He takes his time, drawing out the pleasure, his cock aching with need. He grips it tightly, his fingers tracing the veins, feeling the pulse of life beneath his touch. He strokes, his hips bucking slightly, his body tensing as he chases his release. He comes with a soft groan, his body shuddering as he spills over his hand, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

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