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With a sigh, he begins to rub his engorged flesh, feeling the heat build. His strokes become more insistent, his grip tighter. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breathing and the rhythmic slap of skin on skin. As he nears his peak, his hips thrust forward, seeking more friction, more pressure. But the release is anti-climactic, a weak cumshot that barely makes it to his hand, leaving him wanting more, craving a more explosive finish.