MIKO
No cold shower can calm me down.
I groan as I tilt my head back, rain shower hitting my face. This is not supposed to go this way. It was all supposed to be innocent, slowly building up and careful. Not … this.
I have been standing under the cold water for five minutes now, and yet it won't go away. My raging hard-on won't leave and is demanding my attention, tired of being ignored. But the idea of touching myself when the reason is right behind that door is so … so tempting. Knee jerking I could cum in under a minute.
My fingers card through my wet strands of hair, before I let my hand slowly caress my neck to my shoulder, slowly kneading the tense muscles there.
My eyes shut when I go lower, to my chest, over my pecs, and even lower, imagining that someone else has joined me in the shower.
My hands aren't mine, not as they rub over my taut stomach, reaching my trim pubic hair, the back hand slowly grazing the hard flesh that jumps in excitement.
