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In the shadows, he slips on the first latex mask, a porcelain doll's face staring back at him. The smooth, glossy material molds to his features, sealing him in a world of heightened sensation. He traces the contours of the mask, feeling the slight give of the latex, his breath fogging up the insides. Each mask - a new identity - becomes a vehicle for his arousal. He strokes himself through the latex, the friction intense, the coolness of the material a stark contrast to his growing heat. His moans are muffled, his pleasure amplified by the latex barrier.