The bathroom becomes his private jungle, the bear finding refuge in the tiled den. His large, fur-covered body moves with a primal rhythm as he rubs his engorged member. The tight space amplifies his grunts and the slapping of flesh, echoing off the cold surfaces. His eyes closed, he's lost in his own world, his hand working feverishly until he finds his release, painting the bathtub with his warm, creamy seed.