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"Come for Daddy," he commands, his voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with authority. His hand works tirelessly, his grip tight, his pace increasing. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, his moans growing louder, more urgent. He's close, so close, and with a final, guttural grunt, he spills his load, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.