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In a small, cluttered room, a man sits on a worn-out couch, his eyes heavy-lidded as he takes a slow drag of his cigarette. His hand, rough and calloused, rests on his thigh, inching closer to his crotch. He watches the smoke curl around his fingers, his mind wandering to taboo thoughts. He unbuttons his jeans, his cock springing free, already hard. He wraps his hand around it, his grip tight, his strokes steady. He takes another drag, the smoke filling his lungs, his body tensing with each stroke. His breaths become ragged, his strokes faster, his grip tighter. He lets out a low moan, his cum shooting out, landing on his stomach, the cigarette still burning between his fingers.