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The porcelain sink bears witness to his secret ritual, the faint scent of soap and sweat filling the air. His hand, slick with spit and pre-cum, glides up and down his shaft, the friction building towards the inevitable release. His abs clench, his back arches, and he paints the sink with his load, each rope of cum landing with a soft plop, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.