Bernard's shower ritual becomes a dance of desire. He watches his reflection in the fogged-up mirror, his hand moving over his slippery, soap-covered skin. His cock stands at attention, begging for release. He reaches for the shower gel, pouring a generous amount into his hand before wrapping it around his length. He pumps his fist, the sensation intense. His free hand trails down to his balls, rolling them, urging his orgasm closer. The water pounds on his back, echoing the rhythm of his strokes. He feels the familiar tingle, his body tensing as he comes undone, his cock throbbing as he paints the shower wall with his load.