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Lying back, he begins his intimate dance, fingers dancing along the length of his shaft, still trapped in the confines of his boxers. The fabric grows damp with pre-cum, the scent of his arousal filling the air. He takes his time, savoring each sensation, the soft friction, the gentle pressure, the slow build of pleasure. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his body tensing as he finally finds his release, painting his belly with warm, sticky stripes.