Bathtime becomes playtime for this solo boy, his smooth, youthful body glistening under the soft bathroom lights. He props his feet up on the edge of the tub, giving him better access to his stiff, eager cock. He runs his hands up and down his length, his grip tight and steady. The sound of his wet, slapping skin fills the room, a rhythmic, lewd symphony. His eyes flutter closed, his head tilting back, lost in his own touch. His balls draw up tight, his toes curl, and with a final, desperate groan, he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand, painting the tub with his creamy release.