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In the quiet solitude of his room, a man, unnamed yet familiar, begins his dance. His hands caress his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, igniting the spark within. He frees his substantial, seven-inch length, the head already glistening with anticipation. His grip tightens, stroke after stroke, a rhythm as old as time itself. He groans, his body tensing, as he brings himself to the brink. With a final, powerful thrust, he spills his load, his essence painting his chest in a symphony of release.