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The mask doesn't hide his passion, it intensifies it. He's a man on a mission, his hand a poor substitute for the tight, eager hole he craves. His breathing grows ragged, his moans muffled behind the leather. He spits into his palm, lubing up his cock for a rougher ride. His hand, a blur now, works his length with wild abandon, his body tensing as he nears his explosive climax. He lets out a guttural groan as he spills his load, his cum coating his fist and dribbling down his shaft, a testament to his unbridled, masked pleasure.