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The man's cock is a throbbing, pulsating beast in his hand, veins bulging with pent-up desire. He works it with expert precision, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. His eyes are closed, lost in the sensation, his mind a whirlwind of fantasies. He's on the edge, his body tense, ready to explode, but he holds back, teasing himself, drawing out the pleasure, his solo performance a symphony of self-love.