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In the quiet of his study, a man of refined taste unbuttons his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso. His eyes linger on the impressive bulge in his tailored trousers. With a knowing smirk, he unzips, allowing his substantial length to spring free. He strokes his thick shaft, feeling the velvety skin over hard steel. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently. He leans back, closing his eyes, lost in the sensation. His grip tightens, his rhythm increases, and a guttural groan escapes as he paints his abdomen with hot, white streams.