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The shower curtain ripped open.
Maddox stood there, naked, water already beading on his bruised skin. His cock, Jesus fucking Christ was fully hard, long and thick with a slight upward curve, head flushed dark and glistening at the slit, veins stood out along the shaft, heavy balls hung low.
He stepped in without asking, crowding me against the wall, water cascading over both of us. Steam rose. His chest brushed mine.
“You fight dirty, Voss,” he murmured, voice rougher than before. “But I felt how hard you were out there, same as me.”
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