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As the clock strikes midnight, our anonymous stud retreats to his dimly lit bedroom, his mind filled with carnal thoughts. He strips off his boxers, revealing his thick, uncut cock, already throbbing with anticipation. With a lubed hand, he begins to stroke, his pace steady and sure. The room fills with the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh, the scent of musk heavy in the air. His breath hitches as he nears climax, his hand moving faster, more urgently. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, his hot cum spilling over his hand and onto the sheets.