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In the quiet of his room, he slips into a pair of Ghost Face boxers, the lace tickling his skin, igniting a sense of mischief. He dances, a solo performance for the mirror, his hips rolling, ass shaking, the boxers riding up, exposing the tanned flesh of his cheeks. He's a tease, a taunt, a man playing with fire, his cock hard, eager, but he's in control, savoring the slow burn of anticipation.