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Alone in his sanctuary, he pays homage to his manhood, his cock standing stiff and proud, a beacon of his desire. He worships it with his hands, tracing every vein, every ridge, his touch reverent yet firm. His breathing syncs with his strokes, a primal rhythm that builds with each pass over his sensitive flesh. His cock swells, ready to offer its sacred offering, and with a final, powerful thrust, it does, cum jetting forth, a symbol of his solitary, carnal devotion.