Solitary Ecstasy in the Shower

The shower's spray tickles his skin, but it's the friction of his palm against his rigid cock that sets his senses alight. He's a soloist in this steamy recital, his body the instrument, his hand the maestro. The wet, slippery sound of his strokes echoes in the small space, a symphony of solitary pleasure. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears the crescendo. The water runs down his body, washing away any remnants of hesitation, leaving only raw, unbridled ecstasy.

• handjob
• wet
• soloboy

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