With a towel wrapped around his waist, Sexnus2 enters the bathroom, the scent of fresh laundry and a hint of his own musk filling the air. He drops the towel, revealing his hairy, naked body, and steps into the bathtub, the porcelain cool beneath his feet. He turns on the faucet, the water splashing against his skin, washing away the day's grime. He reaches for the shampoo, his hands slick with the suds, and begins to clean himself, his touch intimate, almost sensual. The water runs over his hairy chest, his stomach, his thighs, and finally, his cock, which hardens at the attention.