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Stirred from slumber, our insomniac protagonist finds solace in late-night porn, his gaze locked onto a colossal member stroking on screen. Driven by primal instinct, he mirrors the action, grasping his own substantial length. The room fills with the sound of his rough, rhythmic strokes, the scent of pre-cum heavy in the air. His breath hitches as he nears climax, the room a blur of sensation, until finally, he groans, painting his chest with hot, white ropes of cum.