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Alone in the booth, the celebrated DJ loses himself in the music, his fingers tracing the beats on his own body. His pants drop, revealing his hardening cock, ready to conduct its own symphony. He grips it, feeling the pulse, the throb, the rhythm. His breath hitches as he brings himself closer to the edge, his body tensing like a snare drum waiting to be struck. With a final, long stroke, he comes undone, his seed spilling out, a silent crescendo in the empty room.