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In the quiet of the evening, a chubby, hirsute man finds solace in his own company. He perches on the edge of the couch, his hands idly playing with the hem of his shirt. His gaze wanders, landing on the reflection of his round, bespectacled face in the window. A smirk plays at the corners of his mouth as he stands, letting his jeans pool around his ankles. He's left in nothing but a tight white t-shirt and black briefs, his thick cock straining against the cotton. He runs a finger along the waistband, teasing himself before pushing the fabric down, freeing his heavy member. He grips it firmly, his hand moving in long, steady strokes, his eyes locked on his reflection as he pleasurably loses himself in the moment.