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In the throes of solitude, a man takes matters into his own hands, literally. His grip tightens, his strokes quicken, and his breath hitches as he races towards a swift conclusion. The room fills with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the air thickens with anticipation, and in a matter of moments, his body tenses, and he lets out a guttural groan as he paints his belly with a generous helping of his own cum.