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After a long day, a weary man seeks solace in his private quarters, his mind racing with the day's events. He unzips his pants, revealing a thick, veiny cock that's seen better days but still packs a punch. He strokes it slowly, the familiar rhythm calming his nerves. His hand, rough from years of labor, grips his shaft, the contrast of the soft skin against the calloused palm sending jolts of pleasure through him. The room fills with the sound of his heavy breathing and the squelching of his pre-cum lubricating his movements. His body tenses as he nears release, his grip tightening, his pace quickening. With a final groan, he comes, his hot seed spilling onto the floor, a testament to his exhaustion and relief.