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The man's shaved cock stands rigid and proud, a testament to his desire and virility. He's alone, but the camera's presence hints at an exhibitionist streak. With a confident smirk, he grips his massive tool, the head already glistening with pre-cum. His strokes are long and steady, his hand a tight, wet fist around his girth. He leans back slightly, his head tilting up, eyes closed, lost in the sensation. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. The bathroom is filled with the sound of his heavy breathing, the wet, rhythmic slapping of his hand against his cock. The air is thick with the scent of his musk, a primal, intoxicating aroma that promises a raw, intense release.