Virginboy's Bedtime Cumshot
As the clock strikes ten, Virginboy417, a name that speaks volumes about his untouched status, retreats to his private sanctuary. The room is bathed in the soft glow of his bedside lamp, casting long shadows that dance with his movements. He stands before his full-length mirror, his reflection showing a body that's a contradiction of innocence and impending manhood. His cock, a monster even in its flaccid state, tents his pajama bottoms. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband, pushing it down, revealing his massive, virgin cock. He sits on his bed, his hand wrapping around his shaft, his grip tentative at first, then firm as he finds his rhythm. His strokes are long, languid, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he brings himself closer to his release. His body tenses, his cock throbbing in his hand, and with a guttural groan, he comes, his cum painting his chest and stomach, a sign of his first foray into the world of self-pleasure.