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The room is filled with the sound of his heavy breathing and the slick, wet noises of his hand working his rigid flesh. His cock is a thing of beauty, long and thick, veined and throbbing with need. He leans back, his head resting on the wall behind him, his eyes closed as he lets the sensation wash over him. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, his hot, white seed spilling over his hand and onto the floor. He opens his eyes, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, as he catches his breath.