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In the dimly lit, private chamber, he stands, the embodiment of masculine perfection. His hands, calloused from years of labor, now serve a more pleasurable purpose. They worship his body, tracing the rigid lines of his abdomen, the soft curve of his ass. His cock, thick and long, stands proud, a testament to his arousal. He strokes it with expert precision, his other hand cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His body tenses, his breath hitches as he approaches the peak of his self-induced rapture.