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The house is silent, save for the soft sounds of skin on skin as he strokes himself to the brink. His hand, slick with pre-cum, glides effortlessly up and down his engorged shaft. He imagines a stranger's touch, their lips around his cock, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, the creamy cum dripping from his hand, a testament to his forbidden desires. He cleans up, the evidence of his solo pleasure gone, but the memories etched in his mind.