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The night is a blanket of silence, only interrupted by the rhythmic sounds of a man's pleasure. In the dimly lit room, a muscular Iranian man, his body a testament to hard work and manual labor, sits on the edge of his bed, his eyes closed as he pleasures himself. His hands, rough and strong, grip his cock, sliding up and down the length, his strokes steady and sure. His feet, calloused and strong, remain planted on the floor, his toes curling as he nears his peak. His moans, low and guttural, fill the room, a primal soundtrack to his solo dance of desire. With a final, shuddering breath, he comes, his cum painting his stomach, the warm, wet evidence of his release a satisfying end to his nightly ritual.