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The room is filled with the sound of his ragged breaths and the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin. His eyes are locked on his engorged member, veins visibly pulsing. Each stroke sends electric jolts straight to his core, and his grip tightens, becoming more urgent. His muscles clench, and he lets out a primal grunt as he finds his release, painting his chest and stomach with ropes of semen.