In a small, tiled bathroom, a man stands under the pounding spray, water cascading down his body. He lathers soap onto his cock, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. The steam intensifies, the air thick with the scent of soap and sex. His grunts echo in the confined space. His pace quickens, his body tenses, and with a final thrust, he spills his load, the water washing away the evidence of his illicit pleasure.