Nasty Boy's solo session in the bathroom becomes a high-stakes game of cat and mouse. As his wife showers, he sneaks in, his heart pounding. He sprawls out on the bathroom mat, his BBC hard and ready. His strokes are slow, deliberate, the sound of the water his only accompaniment. He feels the pressure building, his balls tightening. As his wife turns off the water, he quickens his pace, his breath coming in short gasps. He manages to catch himself, his load erupting just as she steps out, painting the floor with his creamy finish.