The third time, it's a fucking dildo, stuck to changing room floor, in direct view of the door.

Pitchit's skater thighs are working as he bounces up and down on it, and there's so much lube involved his ass shines.

Celestino stops in his tracks.

Pitchit reaches back and digs his fingers in his butt-cheeks, taking them apart so Celestino can see better. And this--this can't fucking be an accident.

Celestino sighs deeply and walks back out. He'll at least let the kid finish.