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In the throes of his self-love, he revels in the praise he bestows upon himself, his voice a kinky metronome marking the rhythm of his strokes. "You're such a good boy," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His hand, a steady companion, works his cock, feeling the heat, the pulsating need. His voice, a symphony of self-gratification, fills the room, "You're doing so well, just like that." His body, a canvas of pleasure, tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, guttural moan, he finds his release, his voice a testament to his carnal joy.