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Our horny amateur can't resist the urge to pleasure himself, his hand a poor substitute for the real thing, but it'll do. He beats his meat with fervor, the slapping sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the silent room. His pace quickens, his breath hitches, and with a final, desperate tug, he spills his seed, the satisfaction of release written all over his sweat-slicked face.