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Under the cloak of night, our anonymous stud retreats to his dimly lit bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. His hand, already familiar with the task, begins to work his rigid cock, the soft flesh stretching and contracting with each slow, sensual stroke. The room fills with the sound of his steady rhythm and the occasional hushed moan, as he loses himself in the vivid fantasies playing out in his mind's eye.