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In the privacy of his boudoir, he slips into his favorite thong, the lace tickling his balls, the fabric barely containing his excitement. His hand, slick with lube, glides up and down his shaft, the sensation of lace and friction driving him wild. He's a symphony of sensation, his body responding to every touch, every stroke, every tease.