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The glass enclosure fogs up as he indulges in his solo ritual. His hand wraps around his throbbing length, moving in steady, practiced strokes. The sight of his glistening body, the scent of soap, and the sound of water heighten his senses. His abs clench as he nears the edge, his grip firm and fast. With a final, deep stroke, he spills his load, the milky fluid contrasting against his tanned skin before washing away.