Minajangel finds solace in the restroom, the cool air kissing his skin as he strips down to nothing. The sound of the dripping faucet and the hum of the fluorescent light fill the small space as he takes his throbbing cock in hand. The sensation of his rough palm against his smooth skin sends shivers down his spine, his grip tightening as he picks up speed. The mirror reflects his wild abandon, his chest heaving, his cheeks flushed. The bathroom door clicks shut behind him, the sudden silence amplifying his ragged breaths as he chases his release, his hand a blur as he brings himself closer and closer to ecstasy.