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A lonely man, craving touch, turns up the music and begins to dance, his body moving with a rhythm that's equal parts sadness and desire. His cock, already stiff, tents his pants, straining against the fabric. He unzips, letting it spring free, a thick, veiny monster that pulses with need. He strokes, his hand gliding up and down the length, lubed by his own pre-cum. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His dance becomes more frenzied, his strokes faster, until with a guttural groan, he comes, ropes of cum painting his abs and chest.