Surrender to the Urge in Solitude

The scent of soap and water fills the air as the solitary figure stands naked, the warmth of the shower still clinging to his skin. He leans against the cool tile, his eyes closed, his mind racing with forbidden thoughts. His hand explores his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, lingering on his sensitive nipples, before moving lower. He wraps his fingers around his stiff cock, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat. He strokes himself, his grip tight, his movements urgent. The sound of the water dripping echoes in his ears as he chases his release, his breath coming in short gasps. When he finally comes, his body shudders, and he slumps against the wall, his heart pounding, his mind at peace.

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