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The man's grip tightens, his wrist moving in steady, practiced motions. The ruler, once a tool for precision, becomes a prop for his erotic dance. He imagines the cool bamboo against his sensitive tip, the smooth wood guiding his hand, pushing him closer to the edge. His moans fill the room, a symphony of self-indulgence.