Solitary Sin: Boy's Pulsating Pleasure

Hidden from prying eyes, a boy engages in his private ritual, his hand moving in a dance as old as time. His cock, hard and eager, demands attention, and he delivers, his grip tight, his pace steady. "Batendo," he pants, his voice barely above a whisper, his body a symphony of tension and release. The room is his sanctuary, his secret, his pleasure his own, unshared, unjudged, unashamed.

• punheta
• soloboy
• batendo

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