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Under the steaming spray, the husband indulges in his secret ritual. His nails, adorned in a vibrant red, contrast against his pale skin as he runs the razor over his legs. His cock, thick and eager, presses against his stomach, a testament to his arousal. He teases himself, letting the razor linger at his thighs, the cool metal a tantalizing promise of the pleasure to come. His breath comes in ragged gasps, the water cascading down his body, washing away the suds and his inhibitions.