Boy's Private Dance

The boy, lost in his own world, starts to dance. His hips move in a rhythm all their own, his body undulating like a wave. He grinds against the air, his hands roaming over his body. He's a symphony of sensation, his body alive with desire. He pulls off his shirt, his pants, until he's bare. He touches himself, his fingers tracing the length of his cock. He's a dance of lust, a ballet of desire, a solo boy milking himself.

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