Solitary Ecstasy: A Boy's Private Ritual

Alone in his sanctuary, the boy loses himself in the rhythm of his own touch. His fingers dance along his length, teasing and coaxing, as he bites his lip to suppress a moan. The room is filled with the scent of his pre-cum, the sound of his hand against his flesh, and the soft, desperate whimpers he can't quite suppress. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he reaches the brink. With a final, gasping cry, he comes, his cock pulsing as he paints his chest with his release, the evidence of his private indulgence glistening in the dim light.

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