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Lost in his own world, he takes his rigid, pulsing cock in hand, the anticipation of his own touch sending shivers down his spine. His grip is firm, his rhythm steady, building a fire within him that threatens to consume him. His breath hitches, his body tense, as he nears his peak. But he's a patient lover, drawing out his pleasure, delaying his release. The room is his playground, his body the instrument he plays, until finally, with a guttural groan, he finds his release, his cum splattering onto the cold, hard surface, a testament to his self-induced ecstasy.