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In the throes of solitude, our lonesome stud takes matters into his own hands, literally. With a hungry gaze, he watches his own reflection in the mirror as he wraps his fist around his engorged cock. Each stroke sends electric jolts through him, his body tensing with anticipation. He imagines a pair of soft hands guiding his, a warm mouth replacing his own, pushing him closer to the brink. With a final, forceful tug, he spills his load, the thick, white liquid coating his hand and dripping onto the floor below.