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The room filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he vigorously worked his impressive length. His grip was firm, his rhythm steady, a dance of desire that he knew well. His ragged breaths echoed in the room, each one punctuated by the slapping of his hand against his cock. His body tensed, his abs contracting as he neared the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he was there, his cock pulsing as he coated his hand and stomach with his hot, sticky cum.