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The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation as he sits back, his body relaxing into the soft cushions. His hand, confident and knowing, wraps around his hardening length, his thumb tracing the sensitive ridge of his glans. He closes his eyes, his mind filling with vivid, private fantasies as he pleasures himself. His strokes are firm, deliberate, each one sending jolts of pleasure coursing through him. His other hand wanders, cupping his balls, teasing the sensitive skin behind them, before trailing back up to pinch and roll his nipple. His body responds, his breath coming in short gasps, his hips lifting off the couch as he chases his climax, his hand moving faster, the sound of wet flesh meeting flesh filling the room until with a final, guttural groan, he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand as he paints his chest with his own hot, sticky release.