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In the quiet solitude of his bedroom, a man succumbs to his primal urges. He lies back, his eyes closed, as his hand begins its slow, steady descent. His breath hitches as he grips his throbbing cock, already hard and eager. He pumps himself, his strokes becoming more urgent, more insistent. His body tenses, his back arches, and with a guttural groan, he finds his release, painting his chest and belly with his hot, sticky seed.