(mh=gOH2V6-kD9ZlpwFF)14.jpg)
Public restrooms echo with the sound of dripping taps and distant flushes, but our blonde soloist hears only the pounding of his own heart. He's been walking a fine line all day, teetering on the edge of his bladder's capacity. Now, in the grimy, fluorescent-lit washroom, he can't hold back any longer. His zipper descends, and his throbbing cock emerges, ready to unleash a torrent of pent-up piss. The stalls around him are empty, and the urinals beckon, but he's too far gone to care about discretion.