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Jizzin, driven by carnal hunger, seizes the moment of solitude to sate his desires. His hands, rough with want, roam his body, tracing the hard planes of his chest, the chiseled V of his hips. He grips his thick, veiny cock, feeling its pulse against his palm. He jerks it roughly, the sound of wet, eager strokes echoing in the room. His mind fills with explicit images, pushing him closer to the edge. He can feel the tension coiling in his balls, his body tensing as he nears release. With a guttural moan, he comes, his cock throbbing as he paints his chest and hand with his hot, sticky cum.