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In a dimly lit room, a lone smoker stands, his body a canvas of ink and ash. He clutches his rigid cock, the heat of his palm contrasting with the coolness of the cigarette dangling from his lips. He takes a long drag, the ember glowing brighter as he begins to stroke, his grip tight and steady. His hips buck slightly with each pull, his breath hitching as he feels the familiar tingle of release. He drops the cigarette, his other hand joining the first, both now working in tandem, driving him towards climax. With a final, deep inhale, he lets out a moan, his body convulsing as he spills his load onto the worn floorboards.