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The shower head rains down, each droplet a tantalizing caress on his ebony skin, awakening every nerve ending. He grabs his cock, thick and heavy in his hand, the sensation of his own touch sending jolts of electricity through him. He starts slow, a soft stroke, his hand gliding effortlessly, the pre-cum acting as a natural lubricant. His pace quickens, his grip tightens, his breath comes in ragged gasps. He's close, so close, but he holds back, denying himself the release he craves. This is his ritual, his private dance with desire, a constant edge, a constant tease, a constant battle between his body's demands and his own willpower.