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In the dim, warm lighting of a cozy British flat, a lone man, clad in black leather, sits back, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. His hand, steady and purposeful, strokes his cock, from base to tip, over and over again. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening. His feet, also in black leather, tap out a staccato rhythm on the floor, matching the frantic pace of his jacking off. The room fills with the sound of his heavy breathing and the wet, slapping sound of his hand against his cock.