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In the quiet of his room, a man loses himself in his desires. He strokes his length, his grip firm and steady. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently. He imagines a soft, wet mouth around him, and his strokes become faster, more urgent. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tense with impending release. He groans loudly, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his seed, panting as he comes down from his high.