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Alone in the bathroom, he strips and steps into the warm, sudsy water. His cock, already half-hard, bobs as he settles in. With a sigh, he wraps a palm around his shaft, feeling the heat and slickness. Slowly, he strokes, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. His breath hitches as his pace quickens, the friction building. Water sloshes as he shifts, spreading his legs wider, granting himself better access. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm, the sensation, the impending release.