As the bathroom door clicks shut behind him, our anonymous protagonist leans against the cool marble counter, his reflection staring back at him with hungry eyes. His hand, steady and sure, strokes his rigid cock, the sound of wet friction filling the small space. The mirror fogs up, hiding his guilty gaze as he gives in to his primal urges, his body tensing and releasing in waves of ecstasy, his seed spilling out to drip down the porcelain bowl.