Andrew, his day done but his needs far from met, finds solace in the Learnman Twins' company, even if it's just on screen. He sits on the bathroom counter, surrounded by steam and the scent of his own musk. His hand wraps around his cock, working it expertly as he pictures the twins taking turns on him, their tongues dancing, their hands exploring. He leans back, his body tensing as he nears his peak. With a final, deep thrust into his fist, he comes, his body shuddering, his cum mixing with the water droplets on the counter, a silent testament to his late-night indulgence.