Solo Boy's Sensual Self-Satisfaction

"Para una amiga," he whispers, as if explaining his actions to an unseen companion. His pace quickens, his grip tightening around his throbbing shaft. The air is thick with the scent of his pre-cum, the sound of his hand slapping against his wet cock filling the room. His body tenses, his abs clench, and with a final, guttural groan, he spills his load, painting his stomach with his hot, sticky seed.

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