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The day's frustrations fuel his desire as he kicks off his shoes and strips off his shirt, revealing a chiseled, sweat-kissed torso. His pants are next, and his monster cock springs free, already half-hard. He runs a hand over the thick vein pulsing beneath the skin, then grips it roughly, jacking it with a fierce rhythm. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them, adding to the intense pleasure. He pounds his fist into his groin, his body tensing, his breath ragged, until he can't hold back any longer. With a roar, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it spills his load over his hand and onto the floor, leaving a mess that speaks to his intense, solo pleasure.