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In a private moment, a curious hand explores the unfamiliar, cotton-encased length. A gasp, a tentatively cautious touch, then a firm grip. The thick, veined shaft is revealed, throbbing and eager. A slow, steady rhythm begins, the hand gliding up and down the considerable length, pre-cum lubricating the motion. The grunts grow louder, the strokes faster, until with a final, desperate tug, a torrent of hot, sticky cum is released, painting the taut stomach and leaving the room filled with the scent of sex.