Silver-haired man with a thick gut presses his palm against the gloryhole cutout, cock already out and slick with pre-cum. His other hand clutches the frame as he leans in, nostrils flaring at the empty space on the other side. The greenish wall behind him does nothing to hide his raw need, fingers tightening around the shaft with each slow stroke. No words, just the sound of his ragged breaths and the occasional wet slap of skin against skin. The stall feels too small for the hunger twisting his face, his free hand eventually pressing flat against the wall as if willing someone to appear. It never does, but he keeps going anyway, cock jerking in tight, uneven motions until the tip glistens under the dim light.
