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Steam fogs the tiles as you step into the spray, and his eyes go dark the second he sees you hard and ready. He wraps his fist around his cock and starts stroking with slow, deliberate pulls, matching your rhythm inch for inch while water runs down his chest. Neither of you breaks the unspoken rule — hands only on yourselves — but his gaze stays locked on your shaft as he speeds up, hips rocking forward into his tightening grip. Your strokes turn frantic as he moans your name, and you both unload across the wet floor, cum washing down the drain between your feet.
