The shower curtain billows as Ty Mitchell steps in, the warm water teasing his skin. He reaches for the soap, his hand grazing his stiffening cock. His mind races, wondering about the unknown observer. He turns around, bracing himself against the cold tile, and spreads his ass cheeks. With a moan, he pushes a finger inside, his body responding to the naughty act. He adds another finger, fucking himself harder, his breath fogging up the glass door. He turns back around, jerking his cock furiously, his body tensing as he comes undone, his cum mixing with the water at his feet.