The young man's fingers dance along the edges of his flip flops, teasing the straps, as he contemplates the naughtiness of his situation. The soles, worn from use, seem to bear the imprint of his desires, as he brings himself to the brink of ecstasy. His hips buck, and a low moan escapes his lips, the sound muffled by the thin walls of his room, as he finds his release, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.