Alone in the bathroom, Cristhian strips down, his breathing already heavy with anticipation. He stands before the mirror, his reflection showing every ripple of muscle. His hand wraps around his already stiffening cock, a slow, steady rhythm building. He closes his eyes, lost in his fantasy, his hips moving in time with his strokes. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the scent of his soap mixing with the musk of his arousal.