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As the clock strikes noon, he begins his solo ritual, the room filled with the soft sounds of his pleasure. His hand slides beneath the fabric of his briefs, gripping his hardening cock, a low moan escaping his lips. He takes his time, teasing himself, drawing out the pleasure. His other hand explores his body, tweaking his nipples, running through his chest hair, all while his cock grows harder, throbbing with need. The room fills with the scent of his arousal, a heady aroma that only serves to heighten his senses, pushing him closer to the edge.