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Scrubbing Clean, Getting Dirty
In a steamy bathroom, a man finds solace in the solitude and the suds. He's stripped down, muscles glistening under the harsh fluorescent light. In his hands, a bar of soap, which he lathers meticulously, the scent of pine and clean filling the air. He begins to clean, a slow, methodical process that builds rhythm. His hands, slick and soapy, travel down his body, tracing the lines of his abs, dipping lower, teasing. He pauses, breath hitching, before continuing, his cock hardening at the touch. He wraps his hand around it, tight, and begins to stroke, the soap providing a unique friction. His movements quicken, his breath hitches, and he leans back, eyes closed, lost in the sensation. The room fills with the sound of water rushing and his heavy breaths as he brings himself to the edge, then crashes over, his body tensing, releasing, spent.