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In the hush of the night, a man's hand finds its way to his pulsating member, a secret, shameful pleasure he indulges in night after night. The room is bathed in the ethereal glow of the streetlights, casting long, dancing shadows as he moves. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one drawing a soft moan from his lips. His mind races with vivid fantasies, his body responding to the mental images. His grip tightens, his strokes quicken, and with a final, shuddering breath, he finds his release, his cum painting his skin in warm, sticky streaks.