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The first light of day streams in through the frosted glass, casting a ethereal glow on our protagonist as he begins his morning ritual. The water pounds against his broad chest, tracing the lines of his abs, making his cock twitch with anticipation. He takes it in his hand, feeling the weight, the pulse, the power. The shower fills with his deep, guttural groans as he works himself, his other hand bracing against the wall, knuckles turning white. The heat intensifies, his body tenses, and with a final, forceful stroke, he finds his release, his seed mixing with the water, swirling down the drain as he catches his breath, spent and satisfied.