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Alex's hand, rough and calloused from years of labor, contrasts sharply with the velvet softness of his cock. He grips it tightly, his knuckles turning white with the effort. His strokes are long and slow, each one pulling a deep groan from his chest. The head of his cock, purple and angry, leaks copious amounts of pre-cum, slicking up his fist. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, the sound of his pleasure, the sight of his body tensing and releasing as he chases his climax.