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The clock strikes midnight as he enters his room, the day's stress evident in his furrowed brow. He loosens his tie, letting it fall to the floor, then unzips his pants, allowing them to pool around his ankles. His boxers follow suit, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. He strokes it languidly, his other hand cupping his balls, feeling their weight. His eyes flutter closed, imagining the touch of a lover, but it's his own hand that brings him to the edge. His breath comes in short gasps, his body tensing as he nears release, before finally succumbing to the pleasure, his hot seed spilling over his hand.