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Alone in his room, a man loses himself in the vivid images on his screen, his hand working his throbbing cock with a rhythm born of desperate desire. His voice, low and sultry, narrates his fantasies, each filthy word timed perfectly with his strokes. The room fills with the sounds of his pleasure, the wet slapping of skin against skin, his moans growing louder, more urgent. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, guttural groan, he paints his chest with his release.