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The bed becomes his playground, a canvas for his wet desires. He masturbates, his hand moving in rhythm with the stream, the pleasure building with each pulse. The bed, once a symbol of rest, is now a stage for his taboo act. He leans back, enjoying the sensation, the bed slowly soaking in his warm essence, a secret only he and the sheets know.