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Alone at last, he takes his time, exploring every inch of his rigid cock. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, the sound of his wet, eager strokes echoing in the silence. His free hand roams, pinching his nipples, teasing his balls, driving himself closer to the brink. With a guttural groan, he comes undone, his hot, thick load painting his chest, a masterpiece of self-indulgence.