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The bathroom, his sanctuary, where he can indulge in his most private desires. The mirror reflects his naked form, the steam from the hot water clouding the glass. He stands under the pounding spray, the water cascading down his body, washing away the day's tension. His hand reaches down, wrapping around his engorged member. He strokes firmly, his grip tight, his pace quickening. The sound of water and his own ragged breaths fill the room as he nears his peak. He leans against the cool tiles, his body convulsing as he finds his release, his hot seed mingling with the water at his feet.