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The room is filled with the soft sounds of flesh against flesh, the wet, slick noise of a man's hand working his cock. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and the faint, underlying tang of precum. He's alone, but his body is alive with sensation, his mind a whirlwind of fantasy and desire. His strokes are long and steady, his grip tight. His hips rise to meet his hand, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The pleasure builds, a tight coil in his belly, his balls drawing up tight. With a final, harsh stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He collapses back onto the bed, his chest heaving, his body slick with sweat, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth.