Hand job in the sink, no one home

You’re looking down at a sink, white and slightly stained. A hand is in there, fingers curled, moving slowly. The skin is dark, hair on the wrist and forearm. The person’s head is down, maybe leaning over the edge. No one else is visible. Just the sound of water dripping or running, maybe a little splash. It’s quiet, private. The hand moves with purpose, slow and steady. No rush. Just the moment. No one’s watching. Just the person, the sink, the water. It’s not loud, not flashy. Just real. Like someone’s alone, and they’re doing what they need to do. No one’s home. Just them, the sink, and the sound of water.