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In the sultry, dimly lit room, Jérémy's fingers dance over the Luna Rival, his touch a testament to his intimacy with the toy. He teases the opening, mimicking the tentative touches of a first-time encounter. His strokes grow more confident, more urgent, as he remembers the softness of flesh, the warmth of a lover's body. The rival's vibrations echo through him, a symphony of sensation that builds to a crescendo. With a final, gasping cry, he finds his climax, the Luna Rival's unyielding embrace pushing him over the edge, leaving him spent and satisfied.