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He knows she's watching, her gaze a palpable force, fueling his desire. His hand moves in fluid, practiced motions, each one drawing a soft gasp from her lips. She imagines her own touch, her fingers tracing the vein that pulses along his length. The room grows warmer, the air thick with anticipation. His breath hitches, his body stiffens, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, painting her waiting hand with his essence.