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Alone, but not quite, he jerks off to the rhythm of his own voice, a symphony of guttural moans and lewd whispers. His hand, a blur of motion, works his cock with expert precision. His body, a canvas of taut muscles and glistening skin, tenses as he reaches the brink. His dirty talk, a mix of English and Russian, pushes him over the edge, his cock pulsing as he spills his load, breath ragged, body spent.