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Lathered up and lost in thought, he finds his hand wandering south, wrapping around his stiffening dick. The suds provide a unique, slippery friction as he jerks off, his eyes closed, imagining the touch of a lover's hands. The water beats down on him, echoing the rhythm of his strokes, as he edges closer to his release, the scent of soap filling the air.