The solo dance of liquid desire

The room is filled with the scent of his own musk, a heady mix of sweat and pre-cum that only serves to heighten his arousal. He takes his time, exploring every inch of his body, his hands tracing the lines of his muscles, pinching his nipples, and cupping his balls. He can feel the need building inside him, a pressure that only one thing can relieve. He stands, turning to face the wall, and with a deep breath, he lets go, his body relaxing as he feels the warm, wet flow leave him, puddling on the floor. He toes the puddle, watching as it spreads, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

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• pissing
• piss
• feet
• soloboy

• pissing