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A man, fresh from the rolling waves of Sea Isle, finds himself in the shower, the hot water cascading over his body. He's alone, and the thought spurs him on, his hand wandering down to grip his hardening cock. He rubs, the friction building, the water pounding a rhythm that mirrors his strokes. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently as he picks up the pace. He's lost in the moment, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he comes, his cum mixing with the water, both swirling down the drain.