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The room is filled with the soft hum of the afternoon sun and the rhythmic sound of his hand working his cock. His breath hitches as he feels the familiar build-up, his body tensing in anticipation. He can't wait, the urge too strong to resist. He captures the moment, his solo playtime, his hand working feverishly, bringing him to the edge. His body convulses as he comes, his release a primal, guttural moan, his chest glistening with the evidence of his pleasure.