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The house is empty, save for him. He's been craving release all day, and now, he's finally alone. He locks the door, his heart pounding with anticipation. He strips, his clothes falling to the floor, his hard cock bobbing free. He sits on the edge of the bed, his hand wrapping around his length. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his pace steady. He leans back, his other hand playing with his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through him. He's close, his breath coming in short gasps. With a final thrust, he comes, his body shuddering, his cum shooting out, painting his chest.