In my head, it wasn't my hand. It was Leon's, big rough from all the things he did in his world, but gentle when it came to me. I imagined him right there in the stall with me, his body pressed close in the tight space, his dark eyes locked on mine. “That's it, Ronan.” he'd whisper, his voice low and rough, his breath hot against my ear. “Touch yourself for me. Show me how much you need it.” His hand over mine, guiding the strokes, slow at first, building that fire.I started pumping, my fist tight around my cock, the soap making wet, squelching sounds that filled the stall. Up and down, twisting a little at the head where it was most sensitive. Pleasure shot through me, sharp and sweet, making my knees weak. I slid down the door a bit, my ass hitting the cold toilet seat, my legs spreading wide. My free hand gripped the edge of the seat, my nails digging in as I pictured Leon kneeling in front of me, his face inches from my dick. Those full lips parting, tongue flicking out to taste
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