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A lonely man, craving the touch of a lover, retreats to his room after a tiresome day. He kicks off his clothes, his big dick already tenting his boxers. He settles onto his bed, the soft fabric against his skin a poor substitute for the warmth of a woman. He wraps his hand around his length, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat as he jerks off. The friction builds, his breathing grows ragged, and with a guttural moan, he painting his chest with his pent-up load.