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The storm outside mirrors the one brewing within him. He's alone, but his big cock doesn't care. It's hard, ready. He grabs it, feeling the weight in his hand, the heat. He imagines a woman, her mouth, her pussy, but it's just him, his hand, and his need. He jerks off, rough and fast, his grunts echoing in the empty room. His body tenses, his abs clench, and then he's coming, arching his back, ropes of cum erupting from his cock, coating him, marking him, claiming him.