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Post-orgasm, the masked man revels in the afterglow, his breath still ragged from the intensity of his release. He stretches languidly, his body painted in a sheen of sweat, as he teases himself back to a state of calm. His nipples remain hard, begging for attention, but he resists, focusing instead on the rise and fall of his chest. A soft moan escapes him as he leans back, his eyes fluttering closed, lost in the sensation of his own skin. The room fills with the sound of his deep, even breaths, a testament to the pleasure he's found in his solitude.