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The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. A man stands alone, his cock already hard and eager. He takes it in his hand, his grip firm and purposeful. He begins to stroke, his movements rhythmic and practiced. His eyes are closed, lost in his fantasy. His breathing grows ragged as he nears his peak, his hand moving faster, more urgently. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and the floor with his seed.