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In the throes of solitude, a man finds his release, handsfree, as he lies on his trusted blanket. His moans fill the room, each one echoing the building tension in his loins. His strokes become faster, more urgent, until finally, he can hold back no more. His cock pulses, sending ropes of cum arcing onto the blanket, drenching it in his sticky, white essence. He collapses, spent, his blanket now a testament to his solo indulgence.