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The quiet makes every echoing sound stand out in shocking relief: the rhythmic sound of water moving over Git's hand, his breaths becoming increasingly ragged.
"Oh—"
There's a sudden surge of water as he braces his leg against the end of the tub and grips the side with his free hand, panting. His head falls back, exposing his throat to the waiting viewers, his hand moving faster on his cock.
"F-f—fuck," he gasps, shuddering and spurting over the surface of the rippling water.
Slowly, he relaxes. Chest rising and falling, Git turns his face to the webcam. "For this one—" He licks his lips and winks as his cum swirls in the bathwater. " —I'll charge extra."