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The shower's rush drowns out the world, leaving only the intimate dance of flesh and water. A thick, veiny cock stands at attention, begging for touch. The unseen hand wraps around it, sliding from root to tip, reveling in the slickness of soap and desire. The pace quickens, the breath hitches, and the shower's rhythm intensifies, mirroring the building crescendo of pleasure.