Banho Gostoso Com o Pau Duro 020

That whole thing started with me just needing to rinse off, but the second that hot water hit my skin, I knew it was gonna be one of those banho duro sessions that I just couldn’t ignore, and honestly, I didn’t even try to fight it. There’s just something about the steam and the way the water runs down my chest that makes everything feel more intense, and I found myself leaning back against the cool tile, letting the spray beat down on my shoulders while my hand wandered south on its own. My dick was already aching, so hard against my stomach that it was almost painful, and I wrapped my fingers around it nice and slow, savoring the weight of it before starting that lazy, deliberate stroke that I knew would drive me crazy. The soap made everything slippery and warm, and I remember thinking about how good it would feel to have someone else in there with me, their body pressed up against mine while I worked myself closer and closer to that edge. I braced one hand flat on the wall, letting the water wash over my lower back as I picked up the pace, my breathing getting ragged and echoing off the tiles around me. When I finally came, it was this deep, full-body release that left me leaning into the stream, completely spent and grinning like an idiot, just standing there letting the heat soak into my muscles. There was no rush, no agenda—just me, the steam, and that perfect, unhurried pleasure that made the whole day melt away.