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Lost in the throes of his own desire, he takes his rigid cock in hand, the soft skin like velvet under his touch. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. His mind races, filling with fantasies of forbidden fruits and untouched territories. He can feel the heat building, his balls tightening, his heart pounding in his chest. With a final, desperate stroke, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he paints the room with his essence, his body wracked with the force of his climax.