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The room pulses with the rhythm of his strokes, his desperate need to release building with each passing moment. His hand flies over his cock, his grip firm, his pace relentless. The air is thick with the scent of his sweat and precum, the sound of his wet, slapping skin filling the room. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a ragged cry, he comes undone. His cock pulses, spewing rope after rope of thick, creamy cum, his huge load coating his hand, his stomach, and even reaching his chin. He falls back, spent and satisfied, his chest heaving as he catches his breath, his cock still twitching with aftershocks.