Dark Manley, alone in his dimly lit bathroom, sheds his clothes, nipples hardening in the cool air. He turns on the faucet, the water's steady drip echoing his growing arousal. His hand traces the contours of his chest, down to his hardening cock. He strokes it, the sensation building, his breath hitching. His grip tightens, his movements faster, until he's groaning, his orgasm washing over him like the water cascading from the tap.