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Froilan, a man of few words, prefers the company of his own hand. He sits back, unbuttoning his pants, and lets his cock spring free. He takes his time, teasing himself, running his thumb over the head, spreading the pre-cum. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, until he's groaning, his body convulsing as he cums, his hand coated in his hot, sticky seed.