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The man's eyes are closed, lost in the rhythm of his own touch. His hand moves with purpose, from the sensitive tip of his cock to the base, where his fingers entwine with his dark pubic hair. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he nears his climax. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, a testament to his arousal. He groans, his body shuddering as he finally finds his release, his cock pulsing in his hand.