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In the quiet of the early morning, he takes his rigid cock in hand, the velvety softness against his palm igniting his senses. His strokes are slow, deliberate, building a rhythm that mirrors his racing heartbeat. The room fills with the sounds of his pleasure, the wet, slapping noise of skin against skin, as he chases his release. With a final, guttural moan, he finds his peak, his cock pulsing as it coats his torso with his warm, sticky seed.