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The room is filled with the scent of oil and the sound of wet flesh against flesh. He's not just oiling himself, he's worshipping his body, each stroke a prayer to his own desires. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking slightly. His body is a canvas, his cock the brush, painting strokes of pleasure until he reaches his climax, his body tensing, oil and cum mingling on his abs.