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The room is filled with the scent of his musk, a heady aroma that fuels his lust. He spreads his legs wider, giving himself better access to his tight, puckered hole. A finger, slick with spit, probes his entrance, teasing him, pushing him closer to the edge. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter. His body tenses, his abs clench, and with a final, guttural groan, he comes, his cock pulsing as it releases rope after rope of hot, sticky cum.