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The camera pans over his body, capturing the sinewy muscles, the tattoos, the raw, primal energy. Daddy's hand is a blur, working his cock with a desperation that's almost painful to watch. His breath comes in ragged gasps, each one echoing in the silence of the room. The camera zooms in, capturing the glistening tip, the beads of pre-cum, the veins throbbing with pulsating life. He's close, so close, his body tensing, his hand moving faster, more urgent, as he chases that elusive high.