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In the hushed silence of the night, he takes his rigid, uncut cock in hand, the anticipation of release building with each slow, deliberate stroke. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he fights to hold back, prolonging the exquisite torture. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths, the slick slap of skin on skin, and the occasional whispered curse. As he nears the edge, he picks up the pace, fucking his fist with abandon until he can't hold back any longer. With a guttural moan, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it coats his hand and the sheets with his sticky, white seed.