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In the dimly lit room, a lone figure stands, his body taut with anticipation. A thick, veined cock juts out, demanding attention. With a firm grip, he begins to stroke, the sensation of skin on skin electric. His breath hitches as he picks up pace, his hand a blur as it works his length. The room fills with the symphony of flesh on flesh, the symphony of pleasure.