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In a sultry, smoke-filled room, a man, his body a canvas of hair, begins his ritual. He takes a drag of his cigarette, the red tip glowing like a beacon in the low light. He sets it down, picks up his razor, and starts his shave, the sound of the blade against his skin filling the room. He runs it over his chest, his abs, his legs, the hair falling away in clumps. He saves his ass for last, turning to the camera, his eyes burning with desire. He spreads his cheeks, revealing his puckered hole, and blows a cloud of smoke onto it. He runs the blade over his ass, the sensation of the blade against his sensitive skin sending waves of pleasure-pain through him. He moans, his body tensing, his cock hard and throbbing.