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In the dimly lit kitchen, a man, body slick with oil, rubs his big, hard cock. He's lost in the sensation, his hand moving slowly, deliberately. The house is quiet, but he knows it won't stay that way forever. His heart races as he hears footsteps upstairs, Mrs. Classy moving around. He quickens his pace, his breath hitching as he nears his climax. He bites his lip to keep quiet, his body tensing as he cums, the room filling with the scent of his release. Just as he's cleaning up, he hears the floorboards creak, and he freezes, hoping he's not been caught in the act.