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The air is thick with anticipation as he starts, his hand moving up and down his length with a rhythm that's almost hypnotic. The room echoes with the sound of his pleasure, a symphony of grunts and groans that build in intensity with each stroke. His body tenses, and with a final, shuddering breath, he releases, painting his chest and the sheets below with his hot, sticky seed.