The sound of running water fades, replaced by the soft, rhythmic slapping of skin on skin. Our solitary sinner, still damp from his shower, is lost in the moment, his hand working his engorged member with increasing fervor. The air grows heavy with the scent of sex, his moans filling the room as he nears the edge. With a final, guttural groan, he spills his load, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.