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In the privacy of the bathroom, a man stands naked, his body a canvas of tattoos and muscles. He turns the faucet on, letting the water run, creating a symphony of sounds that masks his own. His hand wraps around his hard cock, the foreskin moving back and forth in a hypnotic dance. He leans back, his free hand exploring his body, tweaking his nipples, tracing the lines of his abs. His feet, planted firmly on the ground, help him maintain his balance as his strokes become faster, more urgent. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he lets out a low groan, his cock pulsing in his hand, releasing his load into the water below.