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In the quiet of his empty house, he can't resist the urge to touch himself. He strips off his clothes, his cock springing free, already hard. He spits into his palm, lubricating his shaft, and begins to stroke. His imagination runs wild, picturing his wife's mouth wrapped around him. He grips tighter, his movements becoming more frantic. His balls tighten, and with a guttural groan, he comes, his cum shooting out, painting his stomach and the floor. He leans back, panting, his body spent, a satisfied smile on his face.