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His breath hitches as his large, veined cock springs free from its constraints, standing proud and eager. The room, once ordinary, transforms into a temple dedicated to his pleasure. With a slow, steady rhythm, he begins his worship, his hand a vessel for his desire. The sensation of flesh on flesh, the heat, the tension building, it's a symphony of sensation, a dance with the divine.