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Alone in the dimly lit room, a man's thoughts turn to her, his heart pounding in his chest. His hand, guided by primal instincts, begins its dance, stroking and teasing his hard length. The air is thick with his musk, the scent of his desire filling the room. His back arches, his body tensing as he nears his release. A low groan escapes him as he finds his climax, his body shuddering with the force of it, his seed spilling forth in hot, sticky ropes.