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The tile walls echo the sound of his ragged breaths, the only accompaniment to the patter of the shower water. His hand works his cock with practiced ease, the head emerging from the frosted glass door with each upward stroke. He leans against the wall, his knees slightly bent, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, the sight and feel of it pushing him over the precipice into blissful release.