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Tired of the daily grind, our lonesome hero retreats to his bedroom, shedding his clothes and inhibitions. He strokes his throbbing member, feeling the familiar pulse of desire. His mind wanders, imagining forbidden fruits, as his hand works feverishly. The room fills with his ragged breaths and the slick sound of skin on skin. His body tenses, and with a final, guttural groan, he spews his load, painting his torso with sticky patterns.