Sinful Echoes

My palm dragged slow and rough over the thick, veiny length of my cock. The friction burned in the best way possible. Every muscle in my body twitched with mounting tension and a suffocating weight of guilt. I did not care. I could not bring myself to care anymore. I pressed my forehead flat against the cold plaster of the wall, letting the heavy thud of my own heartbeat ground me in the dim room.