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The rhythmic patter of water against tiles sets the beat for his self-pleasure. He leans against the cool wall, his grip firm and steady. The scent of soap fills the air, mingling with the musk of his arousal. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently as his strokes become more insistent. The tension builds, his body tensing as he fights to stay quiet, until finally, with a shudder, he finds his release, his hot cum mixing with the water swirling down the drain.