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In a dimly lit room, a rugged, tattooed man finds solace in his solitary ritual. He lights up, the first drag of his cigarette drawing in deep, his eyes fluttering closed. His other hand, not to be left idle, begins to stroke his hardening cock, his grip firm, confident. The smoke curls around him, a hazy dance partner as he pleasures himself. His breaths grow ragged, matching the rhythm of his hand, the ash of his cigarette growing longer, more precarious. His body tenses, his abs contracting, as he nears his climax, the cigarette dropping from his mouth as he groans, his hot cum spurting onto his stomach, the smoke still lingering in the air.