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In the hushed silence, the only sounds are the squeaks of the chair and the wet slapping of his meaty hand around his thick, veined cock. He's been at it for what feels like hours, his body tensing and relaxing in time with his strokes. Finally, with a guttural moan, he explodes, his cock spewing ropes of cum that paint his body, the chair, and the floor in a sticky, glossy mess.