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Alex, the epitome of casual elegance, lounges back, one leg casually draped over the arm of the chair. His hand, large and capable, grasps his rigid cock, his movements deliberate, skilled. He works it with a fluid rhythm, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that has formed. His other hand trails down his torso, teasing his abs, before cupping his balls, lifting them gently, feeling their weight. His eyes flutter closed, a soft moan escaping his lips as he brings himself closer to the brink.