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In the dimly lit room, a lone figure dons a latex glove, the crisp sound of the material stretching echoing through the empty space. The condom, a shimmering, translucent barrier, is carefully rolled onto a throbbing erection. The room fills with the scent of latex and the soft, rhythmic sounds of flesh meeting flesh as a hand expertly works the length, the other cupping and squeezing heavy balls. A bead of pre-cum forms at the tip, glistening like a pearl before being absorbed by the condom. The pace quickens, breath hitches, and with a final, powerful stroke, a guttural moan escapes as warmth fills the latex confines.