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Shutting the door behind him, he's greeted by the silence of his private sanctuary. His hand reaches for his belt, unfastening it with practiced ease. His cock, already hard, springs free, eager for his touch. He jerks off, his strokes steady and sure, lost in the sensation of his own flesh. The room is a canvas of his lust, the air thick with his scent, his moans echoing in the silence.