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Salsal, alone in his small, dimly lit room, feels the familiar stirrings of desire. He kicks off his shorts and boxers, his thick, uncut cock springing free, already hard and leaking pre-cum. He spits into his hand and begins to stroke, his grip tight and steady. The sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft fills the room, mingling with his soft moans. He leans back, his eyes closed, his imagination running wild with images of tight, wet pussies and hungry mouths. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his body tensing as he nears his climax. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, his cock pulsing as he paints his chest with his hot, sticky seed.