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In a dimly lit room, a lone man, his body taut with anticipation, grips his thick, veined shaft. He begins to stroke, his hips bucking gently as he finds his rhythm. His free hand wanders, pinching and rolling his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. The friction builds, his breath hitching as he imagines a soft, wet mouth enveloping his cock. His grip tightens, his strokes faster, until with a guttural moan, he releases, his hot seed spilling over his hand.