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In the quiet hum of the laundry room, a solitary figure sprawls across the dryer, legs splayed, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of what's hiding beneath. His throbbing member pulses in his hand as he strokes, the rhythmic motion building a crescendo of pleasure. The room fills with his low groans, the scent of his musk mingling with the fresh laundry. He bucks his hips, fucking his own fist, until he can't hold back any longer. With a final grunt, he spills his load, painting the machine with his white, sticky cum.