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In the hush of the night, he succumbs to his carnal cravings. His cock, hard as a rock, tents the sheets, begging for release. He gives in, his hand wrapping around his length, feeling every vein, every pulse. The room is his canvas, his body the paint, and his desire the brush, stroke by stroke, he creates a masterpiece of lust, his climax the final, explosive brushstroke.