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Time slows as he takes his time, teasing his throbbing member. His hands, slick with lube, glide effortlessly along his shaft, drawing out his pleasure. Each stroke is a deliberate dance, a symphony of sensation. His body responds, his muscles tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room is filled with the scent of his arousal, the sound of his pleasure. And then, the crescendo. His body convulses, and a thick, creamy load explodes from his cock, arcing through the air in slow motion, each drop a testament to his pent-up desire.