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The room is filled with the scent of musk and the sound of skin on skin as the hung stud teases himself. His cock is a weapon of pleasure, throbbing with need. He takes his time, his pace slow and steady, drawing out the ecstasy. His breath hitches as he imagines a lover's touch, his cock leaking precum, ready for release. But he's in no rush, lost in the slow, torturous pleasure of his own hand.