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Artur's room is filled with the scent of tobacco and the sound of his hand slapping against his cock. He ashes onto the floor, creating a small mountain of grey, as he rhythmically pumps his length. His body tenses, his abs contracting, as he nears the edge. The room darkens, the only light coming from the cherry of his cigarette, as he lets out a low moan, cum erupting from his cock and landing in hot, sticky streaks on his stomach. He takes one last drag before stubbing out the cigarette, his body finally relaxing into the mattress.