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In a private, intimate moment, he confesses his desire. 'I miss the feeling of stroking my cock into a pussy,' he admits, his voice ragged with need. His hand, calloused and rough, grips his length, a poor substitute for the soft, warm embrace he craves. He yearns for the squeeze, the friction, the wetness that only a woman can provide. His hand moves faster, his breathing ragged, as he chases his release, his cum erupting in hot, thick ropes, a testament to his hunger.