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In the dim light, he begins, his strokes deliberate, his gaze locked on the prize. His body glistens, muscles flexing, as he pushes himself closer to the edge. The first bead of cum forms at his tip, a promise of what's to come. He slows, drawing out the pleasure, each twitch of his shaft a symphony of sensation. Finally, he succumbs, his body convulsing as he paints his torso with a slow, steady stream of cum, each spasm echoing the marathon of pleasure he's just endured.