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The clock ticks softly in the background as he lies back, his hand wrapped around his hardening cock. The room is dim, the only light coming from the flickering screen of his phone where a private video plays. His breath hitches as he strokes, his grip tight, his pace steady. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, wet with pre-cum. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he nears the edge. With a final, hard stroke, he tips over, cum spilling over his fist as he lets out a shuddering breath, marking the end of another late-night solo session.