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As the water sprays, the guy in the shower finds his rhythm, his hand gliding up and down his rigid shaft. The dim lighting casts eerie shadows, the steam swirling around him like ghostly specters. The music, a haunting tune, seems to pulse in time with his strokes, driving him closer to the edge. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, shuddering breath, he finds his release, his hot seed mixing with the water rushing down the drain.