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In the confines of the steaming shower, a lone figure, anonymous and uninhibited, finds solace in the rhythmic dance of his hand. The water cascades, echoing the rhythm of his strokes, as he grips his throbbing cock with practiced ease. The air is thick with steam and the scent of soap, mingling with the scent of his own arousal. His body tenses, muscles flexing as he fights the urge to climax too soon, prolonging the delicious torture. With a final, shuddering groan, he loses the battle, his hot cum shooting out, mixing with the water at his feet.