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The shower's rhythmic pulse echoes the man's racing heart. He lathers up, the soap's scent filling the air as he strokes his shaft, building a steady tempo. His breath hitches, muscles tense, and he lets out a guttural groan as he spills his seed, the evidence washing away with the water, leaving only the sweet, satisfied aftermath.