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The house is quiet, the rest of the family lost in their own worlds, leaving him to his own devices. He slips into the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath his feet a stark contrast to the heat building within him. He leans against the sink, his hand wrapping around his hardening cock. He looks up, catching his reflection in the mirror. The sight of his flushed face, his hand moving rhythmically, spurs him on. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his hips bucking as he chases his release, the sound of his own pleasure echoing in the small room.