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The room is filled with the scent of fresh smoke and the faint, earthy aroma of the clouds outside. He's a man on a mission, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. His hand moves faster now, his breathing becoming ragged. The cigarette hangs precariously from his lips, ashes falling onto his chest, mingling with the sweat. He's close, his body tensing, his grip tightening. With a final, deep drag, he drops the cigarette into an ashtray, his other hand working feverishly. He comes with a groan, his body shuddering, his cum spilling out onto the floor, a testament to his early morning indulgence.