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The room is filled with the symphony of his pleasure, the wet sound of his hand working his generous cock echoing off the walls. He's a master of his own domain, his eyes closed, lost in the sensations coursing through him. His body is a canvas of taut muscles and flushed skin, every movement a testament to his growing need. He's a soloist, performing a private concert, his body the instrument, his orgasm the crescendo.