The sound of the shower running is the only soundtrack to this intimate, solo dance. The man, his body glistening with water and soap, stands under the spray, his hand wrapped around his rigid cock. He strokes, his grip firm, his pace steady. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his moans echoing in the tiled room. The water runs down his body, over his abs, his thighs, his cock, as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. With a final groan, he tips over, his cum shooting out, mixing with the water, a testament to his solo pleasure.