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In the dim light, you hear it - his muffled moans, the rhythmic sound of his hand working his length. You approach, silent, watching as he finds his release, imagining it's you he's with, you he's pleasing. His moans fill your ears, your mind, igniting your own desires, making you crave the taste of him, the feel of him, the sound of his pleasure echoing in your own space.