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Alone and horny, he settles onto the sofa, his hand already working his throbbing cock. The room is dim, the only sound his ragged breathing and the slick rhythm of his strokes. His body tenses as he approaches the point of no return, and with a guttural moan, he erupts, painting his chest and the sofa with rope after rope of hot, sticky cum. The room is filled with the scent of his release, and the air is thick with the tension of his solo indulgence.