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The shower curtain rustles as he pulls it closed, the small cubicle now his private sanctuary. He runs his hands over his body, his touch firm and purposeful. His hand wraps around his thick, veiny cock, his thumb rubbing the sensitive head. He imagines the touch of another, the feel of a mouth around him, the tightness of a hole. His strokes become faster, more urgent, the sound of his hand moving against his cock filling the room. He feels the familiar build, the tension in his body, and with a final stroke, he comes, his body shuddering as he releases into the water swirling at his feet.