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The radio's crooning voice fills the room, its sultry tones stirring something within him. He listens, his body responding to the music's pulsating beat. His hand, once idle, now moves with purpose, rubbing his growing erection through his jeans. The fabric tents, outlining his length, as he grinds against his palm, his breath hitching with each movement. The music intensifies, so does his touch, his fingers tracing the outline of his cock, teasing, promising more as he loses himself in the symphony of sound and sensation.