The 'safado' teases his engorged member, running a soapy washcloth along its length, before grasping it firmly in his hand. He pumps his hips, fucking his fist, as the hot water rains down, washing away the suds and his inhibitions. His breath comes in ragged gasps, matching the rhythm of his strokes, until he finally finds his satisfaction, painting the shower wall with his white, creamy evidence of his naughty pleasure.