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The room pulses with the rhythm of his strokes, the slapping of flesh against flesh echoing like a primal drumbeat. His cock, a monument to masculine power, stands tall and proud, the veins throbbing with life. Each stroke is a testament to his strength, his hand working the length with expert precision. His body is a symphony of tension, every muscle taut, ready to unleash the pent-up energy within. The air grows thick with the scent of his musk, a heady aroma that only serves to heighten his arousal. As his orgasm approaches, he lets out a guttural groan, his body convulsing as he paints his muscular frame with his release.