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The stroker's motor whines like a eager beast, devouring his throbbing cock with hungry, mechanical precision. His hips buck, meeting each plunge into the synthetic cunt, the suction intense, the friction exquisite. His groans grow louder, more primal, as he feels the familiar build, the intense pressure in his balls, the tingling at the base of his spine. He's close, so close, his grip tightening on the chair, his knuckles white, as he surrenders to the machine's relentless, fucking rhythm.