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The room pulses with the rhythm of his hand, a metronome to his growing lust. His breath hitches, his chest heaves, as he brings himself closer to the edge. The doll, with its glossy, inviting lips, entices him, its form a vessel for his pent-up desire. He imagines her mouth, her cunt, her ass, all eager to take him in, to milk him of his seed. His strokes become more urgent, his grip more fierce, as he chases his release. The scene is a study in raw, unadulterated pleasure, a masterclass in self-indulgence.