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He's entranced, his eyes glued to the slow, languid movements of his hand along his stiff shaft. The room is silent, save for the soft, wet sounds of his palm sliding up and down his engorged cock. His breath hitches as he reaches the tip, feeling the sensitive skin pulse with need. He's lost in the sensation, his body aching for release, yet he continues to tease himself, prolonging the delicious torture, his mind consumed by the hypnotic dance of his hand and his cock.