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As the moon casts its soft light through the window, a lone figure begins his evening ritual. His huge cock, already stiff, demands attention. He grips it firmly, running his hand from base to tip, feeling every vein and ridge. His breathing hitches as he picks up speed, his dick throbbing in his grasp. The room is filled with the sounds of his pleasure, the wet slap of skin on skin, the ragged breaths. His body tenses, and with a final, hard stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out, painting his abs and hand.