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The room is dim, the air cool, but the man's eyes burn with desire. He's no stranger to the touch of his sugar baby, her sweet nothings whispered in his ear. Now, in the privacy of his home, he recreates their intimate moments, his hand a poor substitute for her skillful lips and tongue. He moans, his body arching, as he chases his pleasure, finding it in a hot, wet rush, his body shuddering with the force of his release.