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In the sanctity of the bathroom, the husband finds his solace in the rhythmic motion of his hand around his rigid cock. The sound of the running shower creates a symphony of his own making, as he loses himself in the sensation. His mind drifts to memories of their intimate moments, the feel of her skin, the taste of her lips, and the way she moans his name. His strokes become more urgent, his breathing ragged as he chases his release. With a final, deep thrust into his fist, he comes undone, his body shuddering as he spills his seed into the waiting water, the evidence of his pleasure swirling away with the steam.