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The air is thick with anticipation as he takes his throbbing member in hand. Slow, deliberate strokes build a fire within him, his body tensing with each pass over his sensitive flesh. The scent of his musk fills the room, a primal perfume that spurs him on. His rhythm quickens, his grip tighter, until with a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, painting his chest with his warm, creamy essence.