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The room is filled with the soft sounds of his pleasure, the wet slap of his hand against his cock echoing in the quiet. He's a vision of youthful abandon, his lithe body writhing on the bed, his free hand pinching and rolling his nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to his groin. He's close, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his hand a blur as he chases his release. With a final cry, he comes, his cock pulsing as he spills over his hand and onto his stomach, leaving him satisfied and spent.