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In the quiet of the morning, a lone figure, hidden from view, indulges in a private, kinky ritual. The room is filled with the soft sounds of flesh on flesh as a hand wraps around a rigid cock, stroking it to life. The air is thick with the scent of musk and the faint, lingering aroma of last night's cigarette. The imagination runs wild, painting vivid images of ass-fucking, the tight hole clenching around a thick, throbbing dick. The hand moves faster, the breath comes in ragged gasps, and the fantasy builds to a climax, ending with a warm, creamy release.