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In the quiet of his room, a man, unnamed but not unknown to his desires, takes command of his pleasure. He sits back, the scent of his musk filling the air, as his hand wraps around his throbbing cock. He strokes, slowly at first, building rhythm and pressure, feeling every ridge and vein. His breath deepens, his body tenses, and with a final, powerful grip, he unleashes his load, painting his chest with his hot, sticky seed.