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As the clock strikes ten, he retreats to his room, the day's stresses melting away with the dimming of the lights. His eyes flicker to the mirror, catching his reflection, a smirk playing on his lips. He knows what's coming, and so does his cock, already straining against his pants. With deliberate slowness, he undresses, revealing his toned body, his thick, veiny cock standing proud. He wraps his hand around it, a low groan escaping as he begins to jerk off. His strokes are aggressive, hungry, his body rocking with the motion. His balls tighten, his abs clench, and with a roar, he comes, painting his chest with his load, breath ragged, body spent.