Solitary Boy's Golden Shower Solace

Verifiable, alone in his room, indulges in his secret passion. He stands, naked, in front of the full-length mirror, admiring his reflection. His hand trails down his chest, his stomach, pausing at his already hardening cock. He grips it, his strokes slow and steady. But he's not satisfied with just his touch. He reaches for the cup of piss he's saved for such moments, lifting it to his lips and drinking it down, the warm, salty liquid coating his throat. He spits some out, letting it drip down his chin, his chest, mixing with his precum. He continues to fuck his fist, his body covered in a sheen of sweat and piss, until he can't hold back any longer, his body convulsing as he comes.

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