The morning sun kissed his bare skin a familiar ritual for Johnny Sins
He knew the cameras were off but the feeling of being watched was a thrill he couldnt shake
The shower called to him a perfect escape from reality
Each drop of water intensified his desire
He let his hands wander exploring every curve of his body
The mirror fogged up reflecting a blurred image of pure arousal
His imagination ran wild picturing scenarios where every touch was magnified
He moved with an animalistic grace each movement a silent promise of pleasure
The warmth of the water mixed with his rising heat
His eyes closed lost in the sensations
Every nerve ending was alive a symphony of touch
He gripped himself harder his body trembling
A soft moan escaped his lips a testament to his raw pleasure
He arched his back succumbing to the overwhelming feeling
The climax hit him in waves a delicious torrent
Exhausted yet satisfied he leaned against the tiles
The world outside could wait his private sanctuary had offered its solace
He dried himself slowly savoring the afterglow
His reflection now clear showed a man content
The private solo moments were often the most intense
and he wouldnt have it any other way
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