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In an intimate self-care ritual, he strips down, the cool air kissing his heated skin. He's a master of his body, knowing just how to touch, how to tease. His hand, slick with lube, strokes his shaft in long, languid movements. He's the conductor of this symphony, his body the instrument, playing it to perfection until he reaches his crescendo, painting his chest with his release.