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Soap and Spunk Solace
Discreetly, he slips into the bathroom, seeking a private moment to relieve the tension built from a long day. The cool tiles against his skin send a shiver down his spine as he closes the door behind him. He catches his reflection in the mirror, a smirk playing on his lips as he unzips his jeans, releasing his throbbing, uncut cock. He grips it firmly, the familiar sensation of his hand around his girth sending waves of pleasure through him. The sound of his own ragged breaths fills the small space as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking forward. The bathroom fills with the scent of his precum, a heady aroma that only serves to fuel his desire. He can feel the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, his balls tightening as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he explodes, his hot cum painting the porcelain sink and tiles.