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Under the pounding water, he grips his immense cock, his hand barely able to encircle its girth. His strokes are deliberate, measured, building a crescendo of pleasure. The first spurt is a warning, a preview of the deluge to come. His body convulses as he releases, a powerful jet of cum arcing through the air, painting the shower walls with his essence. The room fills with the scent of sex and the sound of his ragged breaths, a symphony of satisfaction.