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Strokin My Soundboard Edit

The sound of heavy breathing fills the air, punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. In the dimly lit room, the only sound that can be heard is the voice of a man muttering to himself, "I'm over here strokin' my di, I'm strokin my d." The sound of pleasure mixed with determination echoes off the walls, creating a primal symphony that is both intoxicating and taboo. It's a sound that is both raw and primal, a reminder of the innate desires that drive human beings to seek out physical pleasure.

As the man continues to pleasure himself, the sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft grows louder. The slick, wet sound of his hand gliding over his skin is a stark contrast to the heavy breathing that fills the room. With each stroke, the sound becomes more and more intense, building to a crescendo that can be felt as much as it can be heard. The rhythm of his movements is hypnotic, a seductive dance that draws the listener in and holds them captive to the sound of his pleasure.

With each stroke, the man's voice grows louder, his words becoming more urgent as he approaches climax. "I'm over here strokin' my di, I'm strokin my d," he chants like a mantra, his voice a mixture of desire and need. The sound of his words fills the room, mingling with the sound of his hand on skin to create a cacophony of pleasure. It's a sound that is both primal and intimate, a reminder of the power of physical touch to bring pleasure and release.

But as the man reaches the peak of his pleasure, the sound changes. The heavy breathing gives way to a series of sharp intakes of breath, punctuated by the sound of his body tensing and releasing. With a final, guttural moan, the sound of release fills the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoes off the walls. It's a sound that is both cathartic and primal, a reminder of the power of physical release to bring relief and satisfaction.

As the man lies spent on the bed, the room is filled with the sound of his heavy breathing, a reminder of the intensity of his pleasure. The sound of his voice, chanting his mantra of self-pleasure, still echoes in the air, a testament to the power of physical touch to bring pleasure and release. It's a sound that is both intimate and raw, a reminder of the primal urges that drive human beings to seek out physical pleasure.

And as the man lies in the aftermath of his pleasure, the sound of his voice fades away, leaving only the soft rustle of sheets as he shifts on the bed. In the quiet of the room, the memory of his pleasure lingers, a reminder of the intensity of physical release. It's a sound that is both seductive and forbidden, a reminder of the power of physical touch to bring pleasure and satisfaction.

If you want to experience these sounds for yourself, you can play and download them here. Listen to the primal symphony of pleasure and release, and immerse yourself in the raw intimacy of self-pleasure. Let the sound of heavy breathing, slick skin, and guttural moans wash over you, and allow yourself to be captivated by the power of physical touch. These sounds are a reminder of the intense pleasure that can be found in the simple act of stroking oneself, a reminder of the raw and primal desires that drive us to seek out physical pleasure.