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In a dimly lit room, a man loses himself in the sensation of his own touch. His hand strokes his rigid cock, feeling every vein and ridge. The only sounds are the wet slapping of skin and his ragged breath, amplified by the ASMR microphone. His body tenses as he nears the edge, his grip tightening. With a final, shuddering stroke, he lets out a low groan, his hot seed spilling onto his stomach.