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The camera zooms in on the ink adorning his ripped body, tracing the lines as he arches his back, aiming his cock at the machine. The room fills with the scent of his musk and the sound of his steady stream. His breaths grow heavier, his strokes more urgent, as he brings himself closer to the edge, his fetish-driven lust consuming him.