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The room pulsates with the rhythm of his heart, his hand a relentless metronome on his engorged length. Veins bulge, skin flushes as he chases his high, every stroke a testament to his carnal craving. A guttural moan rips from his throat as he finds his peak, his essence painting the room in his primal art.