In the early morning light, a hungry hand finds its way into tight shorts, stroking a growing erection beneath the sheets. The bathroom mirror reflects a flushed face and heavy-lidded eyes, as the rhythm quickens, the grip tightens. The scent of soap and sweat fills the air, mingling with the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh. The tension builds, muscles clench, and with a final, desperate stroke, hot cum spills over fingers, painting the cold tile floor.