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With no master present, the pup takes matters into his own hands, literally. His calloused grip works his throbbing meat, veins bulging like rivers on a map. The room echoes with his wet, slapping sounds, the smell of sex thick. As his orgasm nears, he grunts, a primal beast, and unleashes a flood of cum that arcs through the air, missing his target but baptizing the room in his essence, a testament to his unbridled lust.