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He starts slow, a tentative caress, his eyes locked onto the camera, inviting you into his private dance. His free hand roams, tweaking a nipple, tracing the lines of his abs, before joining the other in a synchronized rhythm. His strokes grow faster, more urgent, his grip tightening as he feels the familiar tingle at the base of his spine. His body tenses, his voice a low growl as he spills over, his cum painting his stomach as he rides out his climax, chest heaving, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.