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The room is filled with the scent of musk and the sound of wet, rhythmic slapping. A thick, veined cock is the sole focus, its owner's hand a blur as he works his length with urgency. His eyes are closed, lost in his own fantasy, his breath coming in short gasps. His cock pulses, a telltale sign of his impending release. With a final, deep groan, he comes undone, his cock spilling its load onto the floor, a sticky, messy conclusion to his private, passionate encounter.