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The showerhead pounds a steady rhythm on his back as he grips his swollen cock, the soap making his hand glide effortlessly along his length. His eyes locked on the water cascading down his body, he imagines a pair of eager lips wrapped around him, sucking him deep. His strokes become urgent, his grip tight, his knuckles white. His body jerks as he finds his release, painting the wet tiles with his creamy load, his chest heaving with satisfaction as the water washes away the evidence of his private indulgence.