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In the soft glow of twilight, he sprawls on the bed, his body a landscape of rippling muscles and taut skin. His hand, a sculptor's tool, caresses his thick cock, each stroke a symphony of lust. His hips buck, thrusting into his fist, his breath ragged, heavy with need. He imagines her there, her body writhing against his, her moans drowning out his own. His pace quickens, his grip tightening, his groans echoing through the empty house. He's close, so close, his body tensing, his cock pulsing. He comes undone, his orgasm ripping through him, his moans filling the room, a testament to his unbridled desire.