Solitary lust in the bathroom

The bathroom, a sanctuary for private indulgences, sees the young man lost in his desires. His eyes closed, he imagines the touch of another, his hand a poor substitute for the real thing. The water runs cold, mirroring his reality, yet he persists, his body yearning for release. His breathing becomes ragged, his grip tighter, until finally, he finds his escape, his body convulsing with pleasure as he marks the wall with his essence.

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