Billy's innocent face belies his naughty intentions as he locks himself in his room. Alone, he strips, his body a canvas of smooth skin and taut muscles. His hands trace the curve of his ass, fingers brushing his tight hole, making him bite his lip. He strokes his cock, precum glistening on the tip, before taking it deep into his throat, gagging slightly. His moans fill the room as he fucks his fist, the rhythm building, until he spills over, his body convulsing with pleasure.