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The kitchen's humdrum atmosphere is disrupted by the quiet, rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh. Our solo performer, a man of modest endowment, is seated, pants around his ankles, his small dick in hand. He jerks off with determination, his eyes locked onto the camera. The room fills with the scent of his musk, and the sound of his pleasure builds. With a final, guttural moan, he leans back, and a small, but satisfying, spurt of cum lands on the piece of toast he'd laid out as a target.