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In the dimly lit, incense-filled room, he finds solace in the rhythm of his hand on his engorged shaft. The scent of sweat and sex fills the air as he quickens his pace, his body tensing, ready to surrender. With a final, forceful stroke, he erupts, his hot seed spilling forth, a sticky, shiny trail marking his journey to ecstasy.