Clad in a black catsuit that accentuates every curve, CD Lotus ventures into the heart of the city, his destination: a public toilet. The thrill of the unknown, the danger of being caught, fuels his desire. He locks the door behind him, the click echoing in the small space. His cock, already hard, strains against the catsuit. He begins to stroke, the soft fabric rubbing against his sensitive flesh. The smell of urine and the cold tile only heighten his senses, bringing him closer to the edge.