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A bead of sweat trickles down his chest, tracing a path through the glistening mess he's created. He looks down at his handiwork, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He takes his time, savoring the sensation of his sticky, cum-coated hand as he continues to stroke his still-hard cock. He's a mess, but he doesn't care. This is his temple, his sanctuary, where he can indulge in his most primal desires. He takes a moment to clean up, but the evidence of his pleasure remains, a reminder of the intense, intimate encounter he just shared with himself.