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In the quiet of his room, a hairy-chested man takes a seat, his hand already stroking his stiffening cock. He's alone, but the anticipation of his own touch sends shivers down his spine. Hisprecum begins to drip as he picks up the pace, his breath growing heavier with each stroke. The room fills with the scent of his musk, the sound of his wet, slapping hand the only accompaniment to his ragged breaths.