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The creaky old house offers no distractions, only the pounding of his own heart echoing in his ears. His hand, slick with pre-cum, grips his throbbing cock, twisting and pumping until his body convulses, unleashing a torrent of cum that splatters onto the wooden floor. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, a testament to his uninhibited pleasure.