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The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of flesh against flesh, the only accompaniment to the gentle slapping of the head of his cock against his abs. His pace quickens, his grip tightening, his breath hitching, as he nears his climax. His body tenses, his abs clenching, as he lets out a low, guttural moan, his hot, creamy load shooting out, coating his hand and dripping down his shaft, a testament to his self-induced ecstasy.