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A lone figure, hunched over, lost in the rhythm of his own touch. His hand, large and strong, envelops his throbbing length, a slow dance of pleasure. The room fills with the sound of wet, sucking strokes and ragged breaths. His grip tightens, speed increases, and the air grows thick with anticipation. With a guttural groan, he unleashes, his hot, sticky reward painting his fist and the floor beneath.