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In the dim light of his apartment, a man stands, legs apart, cock in hand. He's a sculptor, his tool the flesh he molds. With each pump, his cock grows harder, longer. His groans echo, a symphony of pleasure. He's lost in his rhythm, his world reduced to the sensation of his grip, his pace, his climax.