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The house is quiet, save for the soft sounds of his own ragged breaths and the rhythmic slapping of his palm against his raging hard-on. His eyes flicker closed, imagining the tight grip of a willing mouth around his big dick, the sensation of hot, wet pussy enveloping him. His strokes become more urgent, his hips lifting off the bed, fucking into his own fist. The tension in his balls builds, coiling tight, until with a guttural groan, he spills his load, ropes of cum painting his abs as he rides out his intense solo release.