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The house is silent, save for the rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh. He's been at it for what feels like hours, his solo session a dance of lust and longing. His cock, slick with pre-cum, glides through his tight fist, his grip alternating between gentle and firm. He's close, his body tensing, his hips bucking. With a low groan, he comes undone, his release coating his stomach and fingers, a testament to his intense, private moment.