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Our solo artist, in the throes of anticipation, takes a seat, his body already betraying his excitement. His cock, hard and eager, tents his pants, straining against the fabric. With a smirk, he frees it, his hand wrapping around the throbbing shaft. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his movements confident. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he loses himself in the sensation. His hand works faster, his body tensing, his cock throbbing in his grip. With a final, powerful stroke, he lets out a roar, his cock pulsing as it releases a torrent of hot, sticky cum, painting his hand and the floor below in his essence.