The shower's spray pelts his skin, turning it a rosy hue, as he lathers up, the scent of soap filling the air. His hand slides down his body, wrapping around his thick shaft, already stiff with anticipation. He leans back, letting the water pound his chest as he works himself, his breath hitching with each stroke. The room fills with the sounds of his pleasure, his moans echoing off the tiles as he chases his release, his body tensing as he spills into his waiting hand.