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The room fills with the scent of his own musk as he manipulates his sensitive skin, the saline solution within his swollen scrotum adding a unique, tangy flavor to his pleasure. His strokes become more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he edges closer to the brink. With a final, desperate stroke, he sends himself hurtling over the edge, his body convulsing as he spills his load, the force of his release painting his face in a sticky, white masterpiece. Breathless and sated, he leans back, surveying the mess he's made, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.