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The room is heavy with the scent of his arousal, a heady mix of musk and sweat that permeates the air. His cock, a thick, vein-ridden beast, juts out from his body, aching for the touch of another. He strokes it roughly, his grip tight, mimicking the sensation he longs for. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He's a man on the precipice, teetering, waiting, his body a live wire, ready to explode at the slightest spark.