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The echoes of their laughter still linger in the air as he sits alone, his big dick aching for her touch. He watches their old videos, her voice a whispered memory, and his hand begins to move, tracing the length of his shaft. His strokes grow faster, more urgent, as he pictures her mouth, her pussy, her body pressed against his. He can almost feel her, almost hear her moans, and with a shuddering gasp, he cums, his hot, sticky seed painting his hand and screen, a silent, intimate goodbye.