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In the quietude of the night, a man, his body a testament to hours spent honing it, finds solace in his own hands. His cock, a beast of its own, stands proud and rigid, a monument to his desire. Each stroke is a whispered promise, a secret shared only with the darkness. His mind's eye paints vivid images, each one more illicit than the last, driving his strokes faster, harder. He's a Daddy, and his cock, his massive, veined cock, is a symphony of pleasure, playing him a song only it knows.