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The bathroom echoes with the muffled sounds of his pleasure, a private symphony of sin. His hand glides along his rigid length, the steam from the shower obscuring his face, his body glistening with water and suds. He leans against the cool tiles, pushing back against the sensation, his hips bucking as he chases his release. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his body shuddering, his seed washing away with the water, his secret safe, for now.