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The house is empty, save for the echoes of his own heartbeat. He strips naked, his cock already hard, aching for release. He wraps his hand around it, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. His movements are slow, deliberate, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. The room is filled with the sound of his labored breathing and the slick, wet noise of his hand working his cock. His body tenses, his back arches, and with a cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure, he comes, his cock pulsing as it spews hot, creamy cum all over the floor, leaving a glistening trail of his desire.