The bathroom, a sanctuary from prying eyes, becomes his playground. He locks the door, the click echoing his racing heart. The mirror reflects his flushed face, his hand working his meaty cock. He spits into his palm, the slick sound driving him wild. His hips buck, fucking his fist, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room fills with the scent of his precum, the taste of his desire on his tongue as he licks his lips, imagining someone else's touch.