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The room is filled with the soft sounds of flesh on flesh, the wet noises of pleasure. He's a master of his own body, fingers dancing over sensitive skin, teasing, taunting, drawing out his enjoyment. His breath hitches as he reaches his peak, his body tensing, then releasing in waves of ecstasy. He's a sight to behold, a sculpture come to life, caught in the throes of his own creation.