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The bathroom is his playground, and he's the only one invited. The tile is cold under his feet as he steps out of his clothes, his cock already at half-mast. He turns on the faucet, the water cascading into the tub, mirroring the flow of his thoughts. He's filthy, and he knows it, but he doesn't care. He wants to get dirty, to indulge in the taboo. He runs a hand over his ass, feeling the smooth skin, before pushing a finger inside. He groans, his cock hardening further. The tub is full now, and he steps in, his body aching with need. He jerks off, his hand moving fast, his breath coming in pants. He's close, so close, and then he's coming, his ass clenching around nothing, his cock pulsing in his hand.