Jerk off in the bathroom

Ryan sits at the kitchen table, his mind reeling from the encounter with Luna. His heart is pounding, his body thrumming with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. He can still see the way her tank top clung to her curves, the way her shorts hugged her ass...

He shifts in his seat, trying to ignore the growing pressure in his pants. But it's no use. The image of Luna, half-dressed and glaring at him, is seared into his brain. He needs relief, and he needs it now.

Glancing around to make sure he's alone, Ryan stands up and hurries to the bathroom. He locks the door behind him, his hands shaking as he undoes his pants and pulls out his aching cock.

He strokes himself, his mind filled with thoughts of Luna. He imagines her bent over the kitchen counter, her shorts pushed down around her ankles. He pictures himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her tight, wet cunt.

His breathing grows heavier, his strokes becoming more urgent. He can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

Just as he's about to cum, he hears a knock at the door.

“Ryan?” Vanessa's voice calls out, muffled through the wood. “Are you alright in there? You've been in there for a while.”

Ryan freezes, his hand still wrapped around his cock. He can't finish now, not with Vanessa right outside the door. With a groan of frustration, he tucks himself back into his pants and flushes the toilet, buying himself some time.

“I'm fine,” he calls out, his voice strained. “Just... just had a little stomach trouble. I'll be out in a minute.”

He can hear Vanessa's footsteps retreating, and he lets out a shaky breath. He's still hard, still aching for release. But he knows he can't risk it, not with Vanessa and Luna in the house.