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The house is quiet, save for the soft sounds of his own breath and the rhythmic motion of his hand. The air is thick with the scent of his pre-cum, a heady, intoxicating musk that only serves to heighten his arousal. His body glistens with a fine sheen of sweat as he nears his peak, his abdominal muscles clenching as he finally lets go, his cock pulsing in his hand as he paints his chest with his hot, sticky seed.