The pulsing water from the showerhead mirrors the urgency in his loins. He stands, cock in hand, pre-cum already beading at the tip. His strokes are steady, purposeful, each one bringing him closer to the brink. He pictures the women he's been with, their bodies, their moans, their desire for him. The fantasy fuels his strokes, his breath coming in ragged gasps. As he reaches his peak, he turns his face into the water, letting the hot spray mingle with his cries as he spills his seed, his body convulsing with the force of his solo bukkake.