Lather Up, Stroke Down

The shower's stream still dripping from his body, our exhibitionist retreats to the bathroom counter, his cock standing at attention. He settles in, his hand wrapping around his throbbing erection, fingers tracing the veins that pulse beneath his skin. The air is thick with the aroma of fresh soap and the promise of release. His strokes are firm, purposeful, his grip tightening as he nears the edge. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths and the rhythmic slapping of his hand against his cock. As he reaches his peak, his body convulses, his hot seed spilling onto his stomach, a testament to his solo indulgence.

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