Cleaning Up, Getting Dirty
Patrick, alone in his apartment, decides to tackle the dust bunnies lurking in the corners. He grabs his feather duster, running it along the edges of his dressers, sending motes dancing in the sunlight. As he leans over to reach under the bed, he feels a stirring in his pants. The rhythmic motion of dusting his room has awakened an urge. He sets down the duster, unbuttoning his jeans, releasing his hardening cock. He strokes himself, the motion echoing the one he'd just been using to clean. His other hand finds its way to his ass, rubbing, teasing, as he continues to pleasure himself. He imagines the dust he's dislodged, the dirt, the grime, all swirling around him, coating his skin, adding to his pleasure. He comes, a groan echoing through the room, adding a new layer of mess to clean up.