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The clock reads 5 A.M., and the house is silent, but his heart races with the lingering images of his hotwife and her lover. He tiptoes to the bathroom, the cool tile beneath his feet a stark contrast to the heat building in his loins. His cock stands at attention, eager for release. He grips it tightly, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. His mind races with the taboo images, his strokes becoming more feverish. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Finally, he can't hold back any longer, his cock pulsing as he empties himself in a satisfying release.