The mirror fogs up as the man's body heats, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's alone, but his mind is filled with lurid images, fueling his stroking. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, his cock swelling. The first jet of cum shoots out, painting the wall, followed by pulsating spurts. He leans back, letting the hot water wash over him, rinsing away the evidence of his solitary pleasure, leaving only the echo of his moans and the taste of desire on his lips.