The room echoes with the sound of the razor gliding over skin, a symphony of intimacy that builds as the man's breathing grows heavier. His free hand cups his balls, gently rolling them, his touch growing more insistent as he nears his climax. The air is thick with the scent of soap and precum, a heady mix that fuels his arousal. His strokes grow faster, his grip tighter, until finally, with a low groan, he spills his load, his cock pulsing in his hand as he milks every drop.