Tom77Cbg, alone and horny, finds himself in the laundry room, his eyes lingering on the rhythmic spin of the washer. He unzips, freeing his throbbing cock, and begins to stroke, the sound of his hand against his flesh a steady rhythm. The room fills with the scent of his pre-cum as he picks up speed, his abs tensing. He leans against the machine, its vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him. With a final, desperate stroke, he lets out a low groan, his cock pulsing as he paints the washer with his hot, white cum.