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The house echoes with an eerie silence, broken only by the soft, wet sounds of a man's hand working his aching cock. His fingers trace the veins, squeezing the head, spreading pre-cum along the shaft. He's desperate, hungry, his body tensing as he nears the edge. His breath hitches, his grip tightens, and with a final, violent stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he paints his chest with sticky, white ropes of cum.