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The water pounds against his back, mimicking the rhythm of his heart as he confesses his deepest, wettest fantasy. "I'd push you against the wall, your hands sliding on the slick tiles," he rasps, his voice rough with lust. "I'd grab your hips, my fingers digging into your flesh as I slam into you, your cries echoing off the tiles." His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tense as he brings himself to the brink, his voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper, inviting you to join him in the filthy, glorious release.