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The room is filled with the scent of his arousal, a musky, intoxicating perfume that drives him wild. His cock, a thick, veined beast, stands at attention, leaking pre-cum, a testament to his excitement. He takes it in his hand, feeling its weight, its power. He strokes it, long, slow movements that build a rhythm, a dance of sorts, between his hand and his cock. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum shooting out in thick, wet ropes, a mess of his lust and desire.