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In the quiet of his home, a man lost in thought finds his hand wandering, his mind filling with fantasies. His thick, veined cock tents his pants, eager for touch. He frees it, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his flesh. He begins to stroke, a low moan escaping his lips as he imagines the touch of a lover. His pace quickens, his grip tightens, and with a final, desperate stroke, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as it paints his chest with his seed.