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In the dimly lit room, the air is thick with anticipation and the scent of his own musk. His heart races as he imagines the tight, wet heat that awaits his engorged member. His hand, slick with pre-cum, glides effortlessly up and down his length, twisting and pumping with expert precision. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his body tensing, ready to unleash a torrent of hot, sticky cum. But he holds back, prolonging the exquisite torture, building the pressure until it's almost unbearable.