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The shower door creaks open, and in steps my boyfriend, his eyes locked onto my soapy, hard body. I freeze, mid-stroke, as he leans in, his breath hot on my neck. "Keep going," he whispers, his voice low and commanding. I comply, my hand working my cock faster, harder, as he watches, his own bulge growing. The sound of water and our ragged breaths fill the small space, as I chase my release, his eyes never leaving my body.