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Behind the frosted glass door, a secret world unfolds. Our soloist, lean and toned, stands under the pounding water, his heart racing. He takes his time, lathering his body, his hands lingering on his hardening cock. With a mischievous grin, he grabs his length, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the steam rising, his body glistening. He turns, pressing his back against the cool tiles, his breath hitching as he approaches the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing, his cum mixing with the water at his feet.