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The bathroom, filled with the thick, humid air, provides a sanctuary for this man's private moment. He steps into the tub, the water lapping at his skin, and leans back, his eyes closed, inhaling the scent of soap and steam. His hand, for a moment, simply rests on his cock, feeling the weight of it, the pulse of blood. Then, with a surety born of familiarity, he begins to stroke, his grip firm and steady. The water sloshes gently with his movements, the sound a rhythm to his pleasure. His fantasy takes over, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he approaches climax. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his body tensing, then relaxing, the tension leaving him as he floats in the aftermath, sated and content.