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In the hush of the night, a lonely man seeks solace in his own touch. He removes his clothes, his hard cock standing tall and eager. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat and the pulsating need. Each stroke brings him closer to the edge, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. The room echoes with his harsh breaths and the wet sounds of his hand moving up and down his length. His body tenses, his back arches, and with a low growl, he comes, his cock pulsing as it releases stream after stream of hot cum, coating his stomach and hand in his sticky, white seed.