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In the raw, unfiltered world of POV, he's a stranger in a familiar landscape, his body a tool for pleasure, his mind a whirlwind of sensation. The massage table creaks under his weight as he fists his thick, veined cock, racing against the clock. His breath comes in ragged gasps, each inhale drawing in the scent of his own musk. He's a machine, a piston driving in and out, his手淫 gaining intensity, his balls drawing up tight. The room spins, colors blur, and with a guttural growl, he explodes, rope after rope of cum arcing through the air, marking his territory, claiming his victory over the solo challenge.