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The showerhead's pulsating rhythm echoes the man's heartbeat, his cock standing at attention, ready for action. He grips it firmly, the slick soap making his hand glide effortlessly along its length. He imagines a pair of soft lips wrapping around him, the sensation so real he can almost hear the wet sounds of pleasure. His strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged, until he's groaning, his cock pulsing as he coats the shower wall with his load. The water washes away the evidence, but the memory of his solo performance lingers, a secret only the four walls of the shower know.