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With a mischievous grin, he closes the door behind him, knowing he has some private time to indulge his desires. Settled comfortably, he begins his intimate dance, his hand a steady, rhythmic companion. His cock, hard and eager, responds to his touch, throbbing with each stroke. His imagination runs wild, fueling his arousal, making his heart pound and his breath catch. He can feel it building, the tension coiling in his core, ready to spring. A few more strokes, a gasp, and he's there, his body convulsing as he spurts his load, marking his passage to satisfaction.