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The moon casts long shadows as an unseen figure slips under the covers, a telltale rustling betraying their late-night activities. A large, dark hand emerges, wrapped around a thick, veined shaft, pulling it slowly, rhythmically. The room is silent save for the soft, wet sounds of his palm slick with pre-cum, the occasional hitch in his breath as he edges closer to climax. His body tenses, his grip tightening as he finally finds his release, his hot seed spilling over his hand, a secretive smile playing on his lips as he cleans up and drifts off to sleep.