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The man's room is filled with the sound of his own pleasure, his hand working his cock with expert precision. He's no stranger to this dance, his body responding eagerly to his touch. He lets out a guttural groan, his hips bucking as he feels the familiar build-up. His grip tightens, his strokes become more urgent, and with a final, shuddered breath, he releases, his cock pulsing as he paints his chest with his seed. His body relaxes, his hand still moving gently, milking the last drops of his pleasure.