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Alone in the dimly lit space, he begins his ritual. His breath hitches as his palm wraps around his throbbing cock, stroking it with a rhythm that's equal parts familiar and intoxicating. The room fills with the sound of his wet, eager strokes, punctuated by the dirty words that tumble from his lips. He paints vivid images with his voice, each one pushing him closer to the brink, until finally, with a guttural cry, he finds his release.