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Post-orgasm, he surveys his handiwork, a smirk playing on his lips. He reaches out, running a finger through the warm, sticky mess, collecting the evidence of his pleasure. He turns the water on, the stream washing away the remnants of his solo performance. But the shower screen remains a testament to his passion, a smudged, smeared canvas of his desire.