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With a pulse of anticipation, he locks his bedroom door. His heart races as he wraps his hand around his stiff, veiny cock. The party might be over, but his night is just beginning. He pumps his fist, feeling every ridge, every vein, his pleasure building. His grunts fill the room as his body tenses, his cock pulsing as it spills his hot, creamy seed onto the sheets. He collapses, spent and satisfied, in the quiet of the night.