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In the quiet of the early morning, a horny man finds solace in his own hands. His shaft, stiff and eager, begs for attention. He grips it firmly, his palm gliding up and down, his thumb swirling around the sensitive head. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, his grunts echoing as he edges closer to the precipice. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, his seed painting his chest in a sticky, satisfying mess.