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The room is filled with the soft sounds of his own arousal - the squelch of lubricant, the wet slap of flesh on flesh. His hand moves faster, tighter, his cock throbbing in response. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. He can feel the pressure building, his orgasm imminent. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it spills his load onto the floor, a sticky, messy testament to his solo pleasure.