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Under the soft glow of a single lamp, he begins. His hand, slow and steady, wraps around his engorged cock. He watches, mesmerized, as he tugs and pulls, twisting his wrist at the tip, drawing out a low groan. His other hand trails down, cupping his sack, gently rolling his balls. The room is filled with the scent of sex, his breath coming in short gasps as he picks up the pace. He's a master at work, his body his canvas, his orgasm the grand finale.