Caught in the throes of a phone call, Elton71 can't help but succumb to the urge, feeling his warm, golden stream soak through his pants. The discomfort only serves to fuel his arousal, leading him to unzip and start stroking his aching cock. The fabric of his pants, now damp and clinging, adds an extra layer of sensation as he continues to pleasure himself, the scent of his own piss filling the air. His moans mingle with the sound of his own voice on the call, a secret, filthy symphony of his taboo desires.