Wet Tongue's Private Dance

In the dim light, Wet-Tongue21's soloboy loses himself in the rhythm, his hand a blur as it pumps his stiff cock. His breath hitches, chest heaving as he nears the edge. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, the sound of his wet, eager strokes. He bites his lip, back arching as he finally finds his release, his cock pulsing as it coats his hand with his warm, sticky seed.

• sex
• pleasure
• self
• soloboy

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