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The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sounds of his own breathing and the gentle rustle of sheets as he strokes his hard cock. His eyes closed, he's lost in a world of his own creation, where a sultry voice whispers naughty nothings in his ear. He's on the verge, his body tensing, but he resists, drawing out the exquisite agony. The air is thick with the scent of his arousal, the only light the soft glow of his phone, casting long, tantalizing shadows across his body.