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A lone figure, unseen but for his throbbing manhood, takes center stage. His hand, slick with lubricant, glides up and down his engorged shaft, the rhythm steady and confident. The room fills with the sound of wet flesh meeting flesh, punctuated by his ragged breaths. He pauses, allowing his thumb to circle the sensitive head, spreading the beads of pre-cum that have gathered there. His grip tightens, his strokes quicken, and with a guttural groan, he finds his release, hot streams of semen coating his hand and the floor beneath him.