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In the privacy of his room, he whispers his deepest desire to the empty space, 'I wish it was on your face.' His hand works feverishly, his breathing ragged, as he chases the high only a cumshot can bring. The room fills with his moans, and his body convulses as he finally finds his release, his seed dripping down his chest, a tangible reminder of his unfulfilled fantasy.