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In the dimly lit room, a man's hand explores his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, the curve of his ass. He pauses at his cock, already hard, pulsing with need. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat, the silky smoothness. His strokes are slow, deliberate, teasing. He knows every inch of his cock, every sensitive spot. He's the master of his own pleasure, the architect of his own orgasm. His breath hitches as he feels it building, his body tensing, ready to give in to the raw, unfiltered ecstasy he's created.