The shower cubicle in Smith’s shared apartment bathroom is about three feet by three feet. Meaning, it’s just big enough for him to bend over and fuck himself on a dildo stuck to the wall.
He swallows back a low moan and flinches when someone pounds on the door.
“Smith, mate, are you done yet?” Ross yells over the rushing water. “C’mon, it’s been, like, a fucking half-hour!”
“In a minute!” Smith shouts back.
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