In the dim, humid light of the bathroom, Pedro Augusto stands, the water pounding against his back. He leans against the cool tile, his hand reaching down, cupping his balls before wrapping around his thick, eager cock. He strokes, his grip firm, his pace steady. The water mixes with suds, swirling down the drain, a dance of clean and dirty. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his body convulsing, his release mingling with the water, washing away into the pipes.