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The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sounds of flesh on flesh. A man, in the throws of self-love, is lost in his own world. His hand wraps around his thick, long cock, his grip steady and sure. He takes his time, exploring every inch of his length, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that has formed. His other hand cups his heavy balls, gently rolling them, feeling their weight. His pace increases, his breath coming in short gasps, his body tensing as he nears his climax. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his body convulsing as he spills his load, a satisfied groan escaping his lips.