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The shower's warm spray does little to soothe his aching cock. He leans against the wall, his hand wrapping around his stiff length, a low moan escaping his lips. His hand works up and down, his grip tight, his pace increasing. The sound of his hand on his cock fills the small space, mingling with the steady beat of the water. His body tenses, his breath coming in short gasps as he nears the edge. With a final stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto the shower floor, the water washing away the evidence of his solo indulgence.