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The room fills with the rhythmic sound of his hand against his cock, the air thick with anticipation. His body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he spills his load. But his appetite isn't sated yet. He leans over, his tongue darting out to clean the mess he's made, relishing the taste of his own desire, a private, intimate moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.