In the cramped shower stall, Gabriel Paxxeco's body glistens under the harsh fluorescent light. His cock, already hard, throbs with anticipation. He leans back, one hand braced against the wall, the other wrapped around his shaft. He starts slow, letting the sensation build, his breath coming in short pants. The sound of the water and his own moans fill the tiny space. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his hips bucking slightly. He bites his lip, trying to stifle a cry as he comes, his body shuddering with the force of his release.