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The showerhead rains down, the room fogs up, and his cock stands at attention. He lathers up, suds dripping down his abs, and wraps a hand around his girth. Slow at first, he strokes, feeling every vein and ridge. The water's pressure and his own touch build him up, his breath fogging the glass door. He picks up speed, his hand a blur, until he's grunting, the water washing away his release.