Solitary Teen Explores Flesh in Private Dance

In the dim light of his room, the boy, clad only in loose pajama bottoms, begins his nightly ritual. He sits on the edge of his bed, his hand tentatively moving to his crotch, feeling the growing hardness there. He hooks his thumbs into his waistband, pushing it down, his cock springing free, hard and eager. He wraps his hand around it, the soft skin sliding over the steel-like hardness beneath. He starts to stroke, his breath coming in short gasps, his eyes closed, his mind filled with forbidden images. His hand moves faster, his body tensing, and with a low groan, he cums, his hot seed spilling over his hand, his body shaking with the force of his release.

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