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In the dim glow of a solitary lamp, a man sits, his eyes flicking between the smoke curling from his cigarette and the thick, veined cock in his hand. He takes a drag, the nicotine hitting his system, as he begins to stroke. His hand moves steadily, his grip tight, pulling at the sensitive skin. He's a master of his domain, his body responding to his touch. The room fills with the scent of smoke and sex, a heady combination that only serves to heighten his arousal. He's a man lost in his own world, his own pleasure, and it's a sight to behold.