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In the quiet of his room, a man decides to indulge in a private moment. He pulls a chair to the center, taking a seat, his mind filled with fantasies. He spits into his palm, lubing up his rigid cock. His hand moves expertly, up and down, his grip tight, his pace steady. The chair groans in protest, echoing his growing need. He leans back, his eyes rolling back as he feels his orgasm approaching. With a grunt, he comes, his cock pulsing, his semen coating the floor.