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Joey Shabbidoe, unconcerned with the passage of time, retreats to his bathroom for a private moment. His thick, veined cock stands at attention, begging for his touch. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the pulse beneath his fingertips. His strokes are slow, deliberate, drawing out the pleasure. The air grows thick with his scent, a heady mix of sweat and pre-cum. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, desperate thrust, he comes undone, his cum splattering onto the cool floor.