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The city's hum fades as he locks his door, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. The room is a symphony of shadows, the only light a single, flickering candle. His hands trace the lines of his body, a dance of exploration and desire. He leans back, his breath ragged as he begins to stroke his hardening cock. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, a symphony of moans and wet, slick sounds as he brings himself closer to the edge. His body tenses, his orgasm ripping through him, leaving him breathless and spent amidst the candlelit room.