Manish pushed open the heavy wooden door of the steam room. Hot, thick mist hit his face like a wet kiss. The air was so heavy and warm that it made his skin tingle right away. He was thirty-two years old, tall and strong with broad shoulders and hard muscles from working out every day. He wore only a small white towel tied low around his waist. His dick hung heavy between his legs, already feeling the heat.

He sat down on the top wooden bench in the corner, legs spread a little. The steam made everything look soft and dreamy. No one else was there. He closed his eyes and breathed deep, trying to forget his stressful job and lonely life. His wife had left him two years ago. Since then, he fucked a few women but never felt real fire.