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A private sanctuary, the bathroom, becomes a temple of temptation. The man, his body glistening with sweat and water, stands under the showerhead, his pulse quickening. His hands, strong and sure, work the soap into a lather, the scent of it heady and intoxicating. He watches, mesmerized, as the suds slide down his body, his cock hard and aching. He wraps his hand around it, the sensation electric. His strokes are steady, his grip firm, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The water, once a cleansing force, now feels like a lover's touch, pushing him closer to the edge. He lets out a guttural moan, his body convulsing as he comes, his cum mixing with the water, lost forever down the drain.