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In the quiet of his room, a man's hand becomes his canvas, his cock the paintbrush. He teases himself, his touch feather-light yet purposeful, drawing out his pleasure. His body tenses, muscles taut as he climbs higher and higher. His cock, hard and veined, leaks pre-cum, a sign of his impending explosion. With a final, firm grip, he comes undone, his body convulsing as he coats his stomach with his hot, creamy seed.