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In the dimly lit room, a man, alone with his thoughts and desires, takes a seat. His hands, slick with oil, begin their journey, kneading and caressing his firm muscles. As he strokes his massive, throbbing member, his breath hitches, and his body tenses. The room fills with the sound of his heavy breathing and the squelching of wet flesh against flesh. His cock swells, veins pulsing, as he inches closer to the edge. With a guttural groan, he releases, his hot, pearly seed erupting in thick ropes, painting his abdomen and the massage table below.