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A lone figure, unseen but not unheard, indulges in a condom-clad ritual of self-pleasure. The room is filled with the sound of rustling plastic, the snap of latex, and the slick, wet noises of flesh against flesh. The man's hand, slick with lube, works his cock, the condom stretching and bunching with each stroke. He takes his time, savoring the sensation of the condom against his sensitive skin, the slight restriction heightening his pleasure. The camera pans out, revealing the mess he's made, the condom glistening and full, his hand and stomach smeared with lube and cum. He looks into the camera, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, before leaning back and enjoying the afterglow of his condom-clad climax.