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The room is filled with the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh as the man lost in his own world, his hand a blur on his engorged cock. The air grows thick with the scent of his pre-cum, a heady aroma that only serves to fuel his desire. He leans back, his body tensing as he nears the edge, his hand moving faster and faster until with a final grunt, he spills his seed onto the couch, the white sticky fluid stark against the dark leather.