Under the pretense of getting ready for the day, he locks the bathroom door, the soft click echoing his secret intention. His hands, still damp from washing, slip easily over his stiffening cock. He strokes slowly, savoring the sensation, his mind filling with illicit thoughts. The mirror fogs up, obscuring his reflection as his pace quickens. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a low moan, he finds his release, his cum mixing with the water droplets on the floor.