He had an urge to photograph it! XXX With a desperate desire to seek some sort of satisfaction he did not yet fully comprehend, he needed to press his body and mostly his erect penis against the coolness of the smooth mirrors. The room was filled with a stale musky smell and a scent of spent spunk and sweat. He picked up the green pants, now soaked, sniffing them, inhaling the stale starch smell of the soaked material. At his ankles, his green pants were now a sopping mess, covered in precum, escaped piss and tendrils of spunk. Striking poses for the imaginary paparazzi and licking his lips as he tousled his hair, rubbing and squeezing his nibbles as he played his hands all over his body.
