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In the quiet of his room, a man lost in his own world begins a private ritual. His hand, steady and sure, grips his hard cock, pulling and pumping in a rhythm as old as time. His chest heaves, his eyes flutter closed, and he's lost in the sensation. The tension builds, his grunts echoing in the small space. Then, with a final, forceful stroke, he's undone, his body convulsing as rope after rope of creamy semen erupts from his cock, painting his abs and the floor below.