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In the quiet of his room, a man in his prime lets his fantasies run wild. His hand, slick with lube, grips his throbbing cock, beginning a slow, steady rhythm. The sweet scent of his own musk fills the air as he picks up speed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He imagines the feel of a warm, wet mouth around him, the sensation of tight, velvety flesh enveloping him. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, until with a groan, he releases, his cum painting streaks across his abs, a sticky, sweet mess that he'll clean up later, with a smile.