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In the quiet of the afternoon, a lone man takes advantage of the empty house to indulge in a private moment. He strips down, his breath already heavy with anticipation. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, and he begins to stroke, slowly at first, then picking up speed. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room as he works himself, his moans growing louder with each passing second. He throws his head back, his body tensing as he nears the edge, before finally letting go, his hot cum spilling out onto his hand.