Solitary Delights in Moonlit Hours

As the clock strikes midnight, Boy12qq12 retreats to his room, the house silent around him. He locks the door, his heart pounding with anticipation. Under the watchful gaze of the moon, he sheds his clothes, his body a canvas of shadows and light. He takes his time, teasing himself with slow strokes, his imagination running wild with taboo thoughts. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his grip firm as he chases his climax, the room echoing with his pleasure.

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