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Beneath the harsh, fluorescent light, a man stands, his silhouette framed by the steamed-up shower door. His hand, slick with lube, glides up and down his rigid, veined shaft, his breathing ragged and uneven. He grunts, his grip tightening as he nears climax. The bathroom fills with the scent of sex and soap as he spurts, his cum mixing with the condensation on the cold tiles, a secret only the four walls will ever know.